by Christopher Morillo
I am from the hairbrush,
from Torino and waves.
I am from the noise coming from the hinges of my door, loud but informative.
I am from the shadows of a giant tree,
specifically the Black Locust,
I am from having Christmas with separate families
and my mother’s nose but my father’s eyes,
I’m from one who is always forgetful
and is never on time for things.
From being told as a kid that I need to go to college
and that I would be successful one day.
I am from Christianity.
I’m from Manhattan but my family is from the Dominican Republic,
and rice, beans, and chicken or Potato salad.
From not having any specific family story but having special memories,
the thought of being a family,
and the love and care we share.
I am from a loving home and wonderful family,
I am from Love.
I love the mother’s nose, father’s eyes reference.
Hello Christopher,
I really enjoyed reading your poem. It seems to be very connected to your day-to-day life, very honest and strong!
Hi! I really like your poem and the way you decorated everything. I relate to being told at a young age that I need to go to college and be successful
Hey, Christopher. I have a strong feeling related to “From being told as a kid that I need to go to college.” That kind of feeling is full of a lot pressures and anxiety, especially when I get a poor grade. I think we have the same experience about that!