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[bolshay_svodeek]

Where I am From, And To Where I Will Return
I am from books, dusty on the shelves,
I am from those things in the closet that only scare you in the dark
From clothes on the floor,
I am from the floor boards themselves

I am from soil, to go back to in my old age
From flowers, from the trees
I am from toys cluttering the place
I am from the big red barn

I am from the corner store, across from the post office down the street
I am from the swings at the park, always swung over the bar
From the pool b ehind the school
and form the school across the street

I am from Grandma and Grandpa
From Uncle Mike, the one who acts flamboyant
I am from Uncle Bob and Aunt Doddie
I am from the fam

I am from LOLs and BRBs
From cry me a river
And cheese and rice
I am from a rolling stone which gathers no moss

I am from ham with mustard on it
From grandma's meatloaf which was always flawless
I am from turkey, picking the bones dry
I am from tortilla dip.

I am from my diary, which i always called a journal
From my memory box
And that wooden wine box Grandpa gave me
I am from the Bible I was given in third grade.

my character poem

Prepubescence
WHATS HAPPENING TO ME!
MY ARMS AND LEGS ARE HAIRY,
MY ARMPITS STINK AND MY HAIR IS GREASY,
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

I am so lost
Nothing but a lost face,
Now covered in pimples
When did mom and dad become so distant?
When did my family become so revolting?
I am so alone.