Where I’m From

I am from basketball sneakers,

from Beats and Nike. 

I am from the big, cozy, cushioned home.

I am from the money tree, tulips, sweatsuits,

the Venus flytrap, roses, subtropical wetlands, sharp prickles.

I am from Christmas Game Night

and affectionate,

from Jules

and Kisha and John.

I am from the home cooked meals on weekends

and live old school music.

From nice eyes

and a white smile.

I am from the bond of Christianity.

I’m from Brooklyn and Saint Lucia, 

Bakes and salt-fish.

From the little brother who lost his hat in his own room,

the other little brother that faked his headache to stay home from school,

and the little sister that makes the cutest face after she makes a mess.

I am from The living room shelf in the family pictures that we made happiness, the bedroom wall in my first ever 1st place trophy event,  and the broken longboard in the closet that saved my life

Where I’m From

I am from boots ,

from TV and Nintendo .

I am from the clutter 

I am from the willow tree,

the grass

I am from church 

and loving,

from Jenyons

and Leo and Jeremy.

I am from the forgetful

and nosy.

From Honesty is the best policy 

and you’re talented.

I am from rosary with no meaning.

from telling everyone you’re Christian so that you don’t make mom look bad.

I’m from New York City ,

Tres Golpes y Chimi.

From the child placed on burning newspaper,

From learning your lesson for running away from home,

and the one who never came back because he was busy playing with dad’s locker. No one is supposed to go in there.

I am from St Nicholas in that dingy old apartment, right in the living room/kitchen/dining room. The antiques have are covered in dust, the mess is unbearable.

Where I’m from

I am from Brooklyn,

from poverty and middle class.

I am from a brick house surrounded by Italians and Asians.

I am from the watermelon,

the sweetness, and freshness

I am from hard-working immigrant parents

and a dedicated,

from Bao Cai

and Wan Mei and Mei family.

I am from the family first over everything

and working hard to have a better future.

From penny isn’t easy to obtain

and don’t trust anyone besides family.

Where I’m From

I am from hairspray bottles,

from Dawn soap and vinegar.

I am from the loud silence.

I am from the sweet potatoes,

the aloe vera plant; used to heal and nourish.

I am from Mama’s mac n cheese

and foreheads,

From Solae and Journee

And Quest and Kiewan.

I am from the ignorant bliss,

and empathy.

From “Don’t eat and lay down!”

and “moisturize your hair!”.

I am from enjoying the choir,

But not the service.

I’m from the Bronx always missing St Vincent,

Curry Chicken and saltfish.

From the day Ashley ran away,

the bison burgers Mom made that special day,

Denea’s zoo book photoshoot.

I am from the few photos we have, i’ve saved

Kept during the move; envelope the same.

Reuniting with the memories,

We reminisce thankfully.

Where I’m from

I am from Shoes

from Puma and Nike

I am from the Brick house next to the buildings

I am from the bright flower

the source of my family

I am the only American-born Bengali from the family

and get so much love for being the only son

from the Rahman

and Miah’s and Begums

I am from the hard workers

and sleepless nights

From the hustlers

and poverty

I am from the religion of Islam

I’m from Bangladesh

where we enjoy samosa’s and roti’s

From the Family that started Bilash in Bangladesh

the biggest clothing store in the city

and the way it started from one father and the way it passed down

I am from the start of hustlers and businessmen.

Where I’m From

I am from sweaters,

From mac and cheese and ice tea.

I am from the crystal blue lights coming down from my kitchen window.

I am from the rocks, the soil and the earth.

I am from the tried the best they could,

I am from my grandparents, and my uncle.

I am from the promises and the maybes,

From telling the truth and don’t lying.

I am from the nothing to believe in,

Unguided, and led astray.

I am from Haiti and Jamaica,

I am from curry and jerk chicken.

From the sarcastic undertones,

And the ive done this for you.

I am from Brooklyn from Parkslope to Flatbush,

From New York to New Jersey.

Where I’m from by Michelle Myagkaya

I am from Big Squeeze,

from pulp and oranges

I am not from concentrate.

I am from Borjomi,

from sparkling and relaxing

Natural minerals that heal.

I am from mojito,

From lime to raspberry

Refreshing and addicting.

I am from Margaritas,

From salty to sugary

To lemon or lime on top.

I am from vodka,

From strong and bitter

To eating lemon or lime after.

I am from Wine,

From not so sweet to halfway sweet

Flavors to flavors.

Where I am From- Deborah Adekoya

I am from Africa

From respect and culture

“Always look out for one another.”

I am from Love

From Family and Unity

“We can do this together.”

I am from Christianity

From kindness and purity

“Love the Lord with all your heart”

I am from food

chicken, ribs, jollof rice, fries

“Don’t play with your food”

I am from memories

from pictures and good times

“Live life in the moment.”

I am from me

From self-love and positivity

“Go Debby, You got this girl”

I am from beauty

from dark skin and black girl

“Melanin it’s all beautiful.”

where I’m from

I’m from new york

Where something wild happens everyday

But everyone still finds a way to mind their business 

Where it can be 90 degrees weather 

And there’s still someone out there wearing there tims

Waking up every weekends early to bhajan

And smelling the curry goat already cooking on the stove

My life right?

I am from brooklyn 

Where the crackheads are up before the crack of dawn

And the ocks are ready to make you that blt

Nothing like home to me

I am a go getter 

I have Perseverance

I will be successful

And nothing can stop me !

Where I’m From

I am from hammocks,

From grass ,flowers, and incense 

I am from praying to many different gods, 

To going to temples and celebrating life.

I am from liquor and beer, 

To always living life to the fullest.

I am from a loving family, 

To always pushing me the hardest to be who I want to be in life.

I am from loving my dog, 

To spoiling him and being able to give him the world.

I am from loud music, 

To hearing steel-pans and people eating, whilst walking the street.

I am from my family telling me they love me no matter how hard I try

I am from being able to have the life I wanted , and not taking anything for granted