I am from strawberry that you dip into chocolate,
from cakes and delicious treats.
I am from the borough of Brooklyn, a small, cozy house, filled with the aroma of vanilla cake
I am from the baby roses,
the miniature roses, barely found in flower stores
I am from vacations spent in my hometown
and cute dimples on cheeks,
from grandma Malika
and Mr. Shukhrat and Mrs. Shakhnoza.
I am from a white Asian
and brown-green eyes.
From never giving up
And achieving your goal
I am from praying five times a day.
I’m from a family whose half Tajik and half Uzbek,
Plov and kebab are our favorite dishes.
From the story of my aunt giving me the Shakhrizoda which means a princess,
the one and only girl in the family,
and the difficulty of my family starting a life in New York without anyone’s help.
I am from the box of childhood, family photos on top of my closet.
I am from enjoying life with family and friends
From engaging to the man I dreamed of.
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Hi Shakhrizoda!
This poem was beautiful and I felt like it was sending positive vibes while I was reading it. The first 3 to 4 lines really caught my attention and the more I kept reading, the more interested I was. I like how you incorporated both the good and the bad because it really shows where you’re from. I related to you at times throughout the poem with, never giving up, achieving our goals, our family’s coming to New York and struggling, and enjoying life with friends and family.
Hello Shakhrizoda
I like the poem that you created. You have send everyone a great message about what it’s like to live in New York City, specifically in Brooklyn. Yes living in NYC is a struggle but we can all do it. If we was able to come to this country, we can also be able to maintain here. Always follow your dreams and nobody stops you.