I am from butterflies roaming the air,

from broken bikes and flooded streets.

I am from rice that sticks to my face,

and computers that runs my games.

I am from wheats,

whose bodies are always swaying.

I am from dusty slides and broken swings,

from eggplants and geckos on walls laying.

I am from kindness and forgiveness,

and from moving to different places,

from leaving without any trace.

I am from spending countless hours with cousins.

I am from my grandfather and grandmother,

from rice and noodles,

from the Khmer Rouge,

and from barely surviving gunshots and bombs.

Running around, playing with cousins.

I am from those moments.

Moving to places, and leaving no traces.

CC BY-SA 4.0 Where I’m From by Chea is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

  1. Mattie 11 months ago

    Chea, your poem was amazing. I liked the line about kindness and forgiveness because I agree that both are important parts of growing up. You did a great job of telling your story and describing the moments and hardships that made you who you are. I’m excited to hear more from you in the future.

  2. Hannah 11 months ago

    Hi Chea, I like your poem. I feel like this poem is pessimistic and stanch. I am wondering what inspired you to write this poem/choose the meaning. As a suggestion, this poem can relate to oneself at the end so readers can better get the meaning of this poem. Thank you for your poem!

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