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Where I’m From

Where I'm From

I am from the steel pan ,

From Matouk’s pepper sauce and Chubby .

I am from the hot sunny days and sandy beaches

I am from the hibiscus flower,

the coconut trees

I am from Sunday night family dinners

And clear brown skin,

From Indra

And Usha and Deosaran

I am from the compassion

And unity

From people doubt you

And we believe in you .

I am from Hindu schools and Sunday prayers .

I’m from Brooklyn ,

Curry Chicken and Gulab Jamun.

From the hardworking grandmother ,

The multitalented aunt,

and the hardworking mother.

I am from photo albums and home videos.

Student Opinion

Thanksgiving

        In Colombia we don’t celebrate thanksgiving. Six years ago when I came to America this was totally new for me. Everybody woke up early to watch the Macy’s parade. At night we got together and every family had to bring something to the table but we could only eat after every member of the family had arrived. Then we said a little thanksgiving prayer. It was really nice. 

          Now as a christian I can say that Thanksgiving is more than having a good time with your friends and family. This holiday is about giving thanks to God for all things he provided, also is a time to be thankful for all his blessings. 

       I think it is  also a time to reflect about what really matters in life because many times we are so worried about things that  we don’t have that we forget to appreciate what we have.   

Where I’m from

About Us, Where I'm From


I am from a cup of tea,

From milk  and sugar.

I am from the wooden doors my father made by hand, tall, strong, glossy.

I am from the figs growing on concrete,

And the spinach growing on wood.

I am from eggnog on christmas

And round faces,

From uncle sunny

and ivy lynn and gertrude.

I am from the loud conversation 

And vague descriptions .

From big feet

and long legs.

I am from good intentions.

From listening to understand and not listening to respond.

I’m from the city that never sleeps and the sweet island of Jamaica,

Salt fish, ackee and breadfruit.

From my parents who moved from warm tropics to winter snow,

The coconut water turned soda,

And fresh fruit turned canned.

I am from the photobook on the nightstand with Jamaican dollars used as bookmarks.

Where am I from

Where I'm From

I come from the tropics,
from delicious food and kind people.
I come from concrete streets
the branches on which the birds perch.
I come from a family member on the lunch table
and family discussions,
I come from a maknae
From movies about love
From a kind heart
and a small flower
I come from the temple
from a family with a tradition of being a teacher

I come from Hanoi,
The capital of Vietnam
From people who work hard
From a country affected by war
I come from a beautiful country

Where I’m From

Where I'm From

I am from stethoscopes.

from Purell and Kimberly-Clark powder gloves.

I am from the constant beeping of heart rate monitors.

I am from a brick building

the artistic heart of a city.

I am from writing

and reading.

from Michael.

and Tracey.

I am from ADHD

and a General Anxiety Disorder.

From kindness

and creativity.

I am from evenings spent watching Yankees baseball

I’m from the West Village,

Hudson Street Bagels and arroz con pollo from the bodega .

From the poverty my father, Michael, grew up with,

and the worry from my mother.

I am from our home in New York City.

Where I am from

About Us, Where I'm From

I am from closet ,
from Shirts and pants .
I am from the top roof of a building .
I am from the tree
the branches on which the birds sit.
I am from a family member on alunch table
and happy moments ,
I am from mohammed and layla,
I am from a big brothers
From a bed mattress
From a Kind heart
and merciful heart .
I am from the islam
from a muslims family
I’m from New York and Yemen ,
From a chicken over rice
From the First grade school
the Nice friends
and the good times
I am from an Iphone Albums

Where I’m From

About Us, Where I'm From

By: Diana Castro

I am from bright, white light and tranquil air.

I am from “Limon y Sal” playing in the morning to U2‘s “Sunday Bloody Sunday” to commence the weekend.

I am from the hole ripped from the grass, from our trespassing, dirt bike riding neighbors.

I am from endless curiosity, vibrant imagination, essential boredom and innocent white lies.

I am from door-knocking unsolicited, black tie, white collared trick-or-treaters.

I am from standing in a kitchen,

staring at a bowl of tiny bright-eyed fresh anchovies,

scarred for life as my mother is asking us children,

“Just try one!”

I never knew who consumed or disposed of their tiny bodies.

I am from nightly local cricket symphonies in the summer

and rollie-pollies, who turn into dice.

I am from being mesmerized by Spirited Away glowing from the TV screen during my pajama themed 7th birthday party.

I am from giggling juvenile prank calls,

homestyle eggo waffles slathered in cold butter and grape jelly

and finding delicacy in stolen slices of prosciutto.

I am from reading Grimm fairy tales before bed,

only the eerie ones,

watching friendships last,

and cold-wash only denim.

I prolong falling asleep

to stay in this daydream forever..