Where I M From
Alexa Rojas Rojas, 1
Ms. Verdorosa
English H 9 P.2
1/30/15
“Where I’m from”
I am from the old chair in the lonely corner who nobody pays attention to,
From family pictures and the rich smell of coffee.
I am from the bird that flies free and without worries,
Sea breeze and cinnamon.
I am from the tulip that blossoms whenever it wants.
The deformed tree that grew up along with me in my porch,
Whose long limbs I remember
As if it they were my own.
I’m from celebrations and really long nights,
From my cousin who nobody takes seriously and
The old lady next door who’s in a better place now.
I’m from be careful and good luck in life,
And from I told you so.
I’m from don’t waste your time and the grass looks greener on the other side,
And live life the fullest, you can go anytime.
I’m from throwing water balloons down the balcony when nobody was looking.
I’m from La Havana and the places not yet discovered,
The pie sitting on the window and the cake my mom used to make.
From lives lost in times of war,
Families divided in desperation.
Boxes and boxes of especial moments frozen in time,
That aren’t so especial anymore.
I’m from those moments of hope,
Giving the world a different perspective.
I’m from the spark of happiness in each smile,
From the lives that are yet to come,
And the colorful place that’s our world.
Ms. Verdorosa
English H 9 P.2
1/30/15
“Where I’m from”
I am from the old chair in the lonely corner who nobody pays attention to,
From family pictures and the rich smell of coffee.
I am from the bird that flies free and without worries,
Sea breeze and cinnamon.
I am from the tulip that blossoms whenever it wants.
The deformed tree that grew up along with me in my porch,
Whose long limbs I remember
As if it they were my own.
I’m from celebrations and really long nights,
From my cousin who nobody takes seriously and
The old lady next door who’s in a better place now.
I’m from be careful and good luck in life,
And from I told you so.
I’m from don’t waste your time and the grass looks greener on the other side,
And live life the fullest, you can go anytime.
I’m from throwing water balloons down the balcony when nobody was looking.
I’m from La Havana and the places not yet discovered,
The pie sitting on the window and the cake my mom used to make.
From lives lost in times of war,
Families divided in desperation.
Boxes and boxes of especial moments frozen in time,
That aren’t so especial anymore.
I’m from those moments of hope,
Giving the world a different perspective.
I’m from the spark of happiness in each smile,
From the lives that are yet to come,
And the colorful place that’s our world.