English 3 - Rami Public Feed
I'm from
I'm from Philadelphia, born and raised.
I'm from the warm spring breezes and the biting autumn gusts through it
I'm from the sag of my couches, the foreigners of my speakers, and the songs of my radiators
I'm from Christine and Edward, and Louis, Elizabeth, and Gabriel, and even Cody and Zane
I'm from Sunday dinners
I'm from the promises not to tell mom
I'm from the ink soaked seats and the filth laden floors of a school bus
I'm from tying my hair back and licking mom's spoon
I'm from swimming in the knitted blankets of my father's back seat
I'm from the scraped knees, bruised elbows, and bumped heads that I donned
I'm from the gentle and all powerful hands of God
I'm from the denial and resistance of these things as well as the eventual acceptance of them
I AM FROM
Rugeiatu Bah
Where I'm From
Went from having someone take care of me to me taking care of myself,
From a 75-80 degrees weather to a 90- 100 degrees weather,
Where I'm From
I'm from a strong world, wars has destroy us, dusty, sandy, people suffering, I go day by day wondering what if?
A reason to why mankind hates his own hometown.
A calm soul, humble and hard working soulHelpful, happy and fun, Where I'm From? Different
Where I'm From?
The life of a lonely man, it's own world.Teddy, Chernoh, Jenneh, Jimmy, Umaru, separated families
Where we from?Friendly hot and tiredly, rich and fresh, cold air blowing you from head to toe.
Cook dry rice and fish every Saturday for dinnerAttend Mosque every Friday, pray five times a day, fast for months from dawn to sunset.
Rice! The love of our life, for 16 years we have been eating this dish till this day we still loved it.Went from having someone take care of me to me taking care of myself,
From a 75-80 degrees weather to a 90- 100 degrees weather,
From a two season ,(dry season and raining season)
To a four season (fall, winter, summer, spring)
Where I’m From? We don’t pay bills, our money value more a dollar is worth 50 dollar.
Who Am I ?
The type the person who just love to dance, chill back , not worrying about other people business but my own,
A lucky girl who came to the united state at the age of 10,
Type of person who will never forget where they came from,
WHY? Because I am From Africa, Born A Rise.
I Am From
I am from animals stuffed with love and magic,
From open doors and smiling faces.
I am from the creek down the street.
(filled with untold wonders,
unmarked by the trail)
I am from not one place
But many
Traveled to by car and plane
Searching for a place I call home.
I’m from loving faces of smaller mammals,
From a crowing rooster in the morning.
I’m from a small sunny city
with parents moving to Philly
I’m from she needs to talk more
To details, details, details!
I’m from numerous nick names
Deprived from book to my world connections,
Thanks to my freshman year.
I’m from the golden coast of California,
With recyclable everything.
From albums filled with memorable photos,
Filled of people there’s yet to meet
Along with long lost memories I have yet to keep.
Different places called home all in different places,
One in Nigeria, Maryland, and Philly
I am from the world,
Grown with help from love and happiness.
A Place Called Home
I am from rolling plains,
from glistening beaches and golden sunshine.
I am from the blood red poinsettia flowers
painting the landscape with colors of harmony,
love and joy.
I am from the sizzling sound of bacon
greeting me each and every morning
along with golden brown eggs.
I am from the hand-built hammock
that lays beneath me as I fall asleep
and comforts me like a true friend.
I am from Grammy and Pop Pop
who strengthens the soul inside me
I am from Uncle Freddie and Aunt Patty
who always have a funny joke to tell.
I am from all those crazy Christmases, Thanksgivings and picnics
that bring back so many tearful memories,
giggles and delight.
I am from the remember your pasts
and the you can do it alls
The always try something new
and stay true to your self.
I am from "Our Father"
and long church services
I am from guava smoothies
and rice with peas
From exotic fruits to lean red meat.
I am from those long soccer games
that drifted into the night
And those plum coconuts that offered a refreshing drink afterwards.
I am from triumphant memories, shattered dreams, foolish mistakes and gained hope
I am from Jamaica, a place called home.
I Am From
I am from the old, red bricks of my house,
From the bushes and trees that decorate the front porch.
From dozens of spider webs in the bushes
that glisten like diamonds in the light.
I am from the inconsistent smell
that ranges from mouth-watering chicken to revolting raw sewage.
I am from the black goliath that distracts me for hours and the video games that aid it.
I am from German sheppards and pit bulls,
From their daily walks and monthly baths.
I am from the chicken, pasta, steak, and vegetables I look forward to each night.
I am from the blaring alarm at six in the morning,
And the “Time for bed” at ten o’ clock at night.
I am from Philadelphia, Chicago, Las Vegas, and Gambier.
I am from a family that’s like a bag of mixed nuts,
each with a different color, texture, and personality.
I’m from embarrassing photographs
and boredom-inducing school studying
I am from the music I listen to,
the stories I write,
the characters I create,
the joys they bring.
I am from nightly storms that keep me awake at night,
and the smoldering heat that greets me over the summer.
I am from all of these things,
like a complex equation that adds up to me.
A complex equation only I can understand,
and I hardly understand it myself.
From the bushes and trees that decorate the front porch.
From dozens of spider webs in the bushes
that glisten like diamonds in the light.
I am from the inconsistent smell
that ranges from mouth-watering chicken to revolting raw sewage.
I am from the black goliath that distracts me for hours and the video games that aid it.
I am from German sheppards and pit bulls,
From their daily walks and monthly baths.
I am from the chicken, pasta, steak, and vegetables I look forward to each night.
I am from the blaring alarm at six in the morning,
And the “Time for bed” at ten o’ clock at night.
I am from Philadelphia, Chicago, Las Vegas, and Gambier.
I am from a family that’s like a bag of mixed nuts,
each with a different color, texture, and personality.
I’m from embarrassing photographs
and boredom-inducing school studying
I am from the music I listen to,
the stories I write,
the characters I create,
the joys they bring.
I am from nightly storms that keep me awake at night,
and the smoldering heat that greets me over the summer.
I am from all of these things,
like a complex equation that adds up to me.
A complex equation only I can understand,
and I hardly understand it myself.
Where I'm From Matt Ferry
I’m not from a place out of the ordinary,
I’m from the place many of us come from,
and all of us live in.
I’m from Philadelphia.
I like to create things,
like art, ideas and inspiration.
I’m not artist or philosopher,
or someone that can come close to the words “amazing” or “perfect.”
I’m average at most things, it’s fair to say,
But I still like to do my best everyday.
I’ve put in blood, ideas, pain, and re-inviting
to get to where I am today
and I’ve still got quite a way to go
to where I finally want to be.
I enjoy the simple things,
that aren’t money or bickering.
I’d rather be outside,
than in a house,
an office,
a store.
I like to hike,
and bike
and run.
I’m competitive,
and I don’t know when to quit.
I like to say what I think,
without hesitation.
I’m a bit stupid,
and can sometimes be a bit of a dick.
They sometimes say the strongest of us are a sensitive,
which I am.
Sensitivity is a major part of me,
but isn’t one that I usually do express.
I’ve got a small group of friends,
who know this part of me.
They know everything there is to know,
from my flaws, to my strengths,
to even my greatest weaknesses and fears.
My friends are one of the most important things to me.
I’m from the place many of us come from,
and all of us live in.
I’m from Philadelphia.
I like to create things,
like art, ideas and inspiration.
I’m not artist or philosopher,
or someone that can come close to the words “amazing” or “perfect.”
I’m average at most things, it’s fair to say,
But I still like to do my best everyday.
I’ve put in blood, ideas, pain, and re-inviting
to get to where I am today
and I’ve still got quite a way to go
to where I finally want to be.
I enjoy the simple things,
that aren’t money or bickering.
I’d rather be outside,
than in a house,
an office,
a store.
I like to hike,
and bike
and run.
I’m competitive,
and I don’t know when to quit.
I like to say what I think,
without hesitation.
I’m a bit stupid,
and can sometimes be a bit of a dick.
They sometimes say the strongest of us are a sensitive,
which I am.
Sensitivity is a major part of me,
but isn’t one that I usually do express.
I’ve got a small group of friends,
who know this part of me.
They know everything there is to know,
from my flaws, to my strengths,
to even my greatest weaknesses and fears.
My friends are one of the most important things to me.
I Am From
I'm from the never ending sound of the sirens speeding around the corner
the loud rican music playing from mini hondas driven by boricuas
breaking the necks of those young girls awaiting to grow up
awaiting for their insides to be ripped out and to be able to yell the various names of those running the corners
not knowing that the day that will happen will be the last day of their lives.
Im from the swaying back and forth on the race to reach the sky
become high but only enough to reach their dreams
little kids at the park trying to get away from the problems at home
Im from the sound of words of pain being thrown by my parents because they no longer love each other
or do they
who knows
they leave and come as they please and but they don't realize that they hurt me and him
the little five year old about to start kindergarden, being left confused on why ?
the sound of slamming doors because maybe if its slammed hard enough then maybe the problems will die down and be left alone not brought up anymore so that they can return to their daily lives.
I am from the sound of the ball bouncing in his finger tips being passed dribbled, and shot only to miss
Miss the life he coulda had if he had just left it alone
not went looking for trouble
not went looking for a taste of his own medicine
and in the end only left to lay on a wheelchair for the rest of his life
if only he woulda walked away maybe
but you see in this place their is no maybe's nor are their any what if's or any second chances
you either move on to bigger and better things or you're stuck here for the rest of your life
you either leave behind the sound of gun shots at the park while you hear the sirens int he distant
you either leave or your stuck here wondering if maybe one day that person being taken away int he stretcher will be you
you either leave or you sit here and wonder what could have been of you if you had left.
Where I'm From
Katherine Hatzidais:
I’m from the hills where no flatland survives.
I’m from the green trees and the flowing crick.
I’m from the honeysuckles we use to pick.
I’m from the old country and also from New Jersey.
I’m from potatoes & feta cheese.
I’m from the top shelf where all the treasures are found.
I’m from the neighbors who make all the sound.
I’m from the top of the steps on Christmas day.
From assume you will make an ASS out of U and ME.
But I’m from a place where fun can be.
I’m from the old-fashioned family.
From the ones who don’t belong.
I’m not from the place where good is good enough.
I’m from you won’t survive if you don’t act tough.
I’m from the string bean and meatball dish.
From the stuffed peppers.
I’m not from the American stuffed peppers.
I’m from a pool where family and friends are invited.
I’m from a taco dip that’s oh so tasty.
I’m from the summer where it’s so zesty.
I’m from my bed full of pillows.
I’m from a small town.
But I’m from many places.
I Am From...
From an area of a lot of trees
From the smells of nature undisturbed
From a house with a television, a stove
And a computer
From my mom, my stepfather
And my fish
From dinner that I eat
And movies that I watch
I’m from respect, love
And caring
From learning and success
From happy and sad
At times
From the thought that humans are destroying the world
From the foods pizza, shrimp
And hamburgers
From Sprite, lemonade,
And Mountain Dew, only blue
From the memories of going to the zoo
And the scary first day of school
From a climate of warmth
And cold for a while
From a place where everyone stays in their home
With no interaction
I’m from a place where I sleep and eat
Not Heaven, but
This is where I’m from
From the smells of nature undisturbed
From a house with a television, a stove
And a computer
From my mom, my stepfather
And my fish
From dinner that I eat
And movies that I watch
I’m from respect, love
And caring
From learning and success
From happy and sad
At times
From the thought that humans are destroying the world
From the foods pizza, shrimp
And hamburgers
From Sprite, lemonade,
And Mountain Dew, only blue
From the memories of going to the zoo
And the scary first day of school
From a climate of warmth
And cold for a while
From a place where everyone stays in their home
With no interaction
I’m from a place where I sleep and eat
Not Heaven, but
This is where I’m from
I'm from Poem
I’m From Poem 9/9/11
I’m from the dark and lonely
Streets in the ghetto
Graffiti covered
Neighborhood of people not to talk to,
From the house of the living
Leaky roofs, and the flooded ground
To the waft of incents
That single orange tree
Emanating its soft aroma
I am from the comfort of a stuffed dog
Dark clothing swaddles me
As sweet mango and coconut cover the pain,
I am from my mama and my abuelita
From the nenes and nenas that know me
Thanksgiving in which we first met
Or the birthdays we all celebrate
I am from the yell of ‘Be quiet’
‘Don’t make me get your mother’
but ‘I love you’
I am from ‘Remember your past’
‘Go get a job, don’t embarrass yourself’
From rice and beans to chicken and greens
From sing it loud to dancing in the streets
I am from the drawing on the table,
The girl in the photo
The singer on the stage, but the quiet poet in the corner
I am from ME
I’m from the dark and lonely
Streets in the ghetto
Graffiti covered
Neighborhood of people not to talk to,
From the house of the living
Leaky roofs, and the flooded ground
To the waft of incents
That single orange tree
Emanating its soft aroma
I am from the comfort of a stuffed dog
Dark clothing swaddles me
As sweet mango and coconut cover the pain,
I am from my mama and my abuelita
From the nenes and nenas that know me
Thanksgiving in which we first met
Or the birthdays we all celebrate
I am from the yell of ‘Be quiet’
‘Don’t make me get your mother’
but ‘I love you’
I am from ‘Remember your past’
‘Go get a job, don’t embarrass yourself’
From rice and beans to chicken and greens
From sing it loud to dancing in the streets
I am from the drawing on the table,
The girl in the photo
The singer on the stage, but the quiet poet in the corner
I am from ME
ENG3-008
- Term
- 2011-12
