Where I Am From

I am from teddy bears,

            from the numbers 225, 1, and 9.

I am from the sweet tastes of mango pudding and osmanthus flower and goji berry jelly,

            from shattered glass,

            to mended hearts.

I am from the mushroomed, bay-leafed smell of my Dad’s home-cooked roast beef,

            reminiscence of family times.

I am from the constant nagging of my mother,

            all in good intention for a better life.

I am from my ever wandering heart and from Providence,

            from late-night talks by the lake,

            and from 8 to 31 wise Romans who speak the truth.

I am from blood on two large intersecting pieces of wood,

            shed for humanity,

            and from the angels and saints.

I am from the loss of words,

            the search for words,

            and the pen is mightier than the sword.

I am from ribbons and leather,

            to laces and rubber,

            from satin to cotton,

            and from dolphins, to monkeys, to elephants.

I am from little black dots,

            dancing around oodles of pages of lines,

            from the 52 whites and the 36 blacks of life.

I am from worldy travels,

            a black Piccadilly and a silver Parker,

            and the rollercoaster ride of life.

I am from nobody is perfect, nobody can be the best,

            to I need to be perfect, I need to be the best.

Friends, Family, God;

            struggles, confidence, and love;

            this is where I am from.

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This was something I wrote for a drama assignment (got 100%~) and is based of the original Where I Am From poem by George Ella Lyon. It can be found here: http://www.georgeellalyon.com/where.html