I am from soccer ball,

From Nike and Adidas.

I am from the wet, green grass

That smelled of fresh earth.

I am from the pine,

The maple

Whose leaves I would play in everyday.

I am from jokes and playful teasing,

From do your homework and study.

I am from catholicism and church every week.

I’m from Okemos, France, and India

With curry and rice most days.

From the missing finger of my mom

To a rock

The webbed toes of my grandfather.

I am from Cohacta where all the memories are

Of when I was a child

And the where the grass was just too wild.



1 Comment
  1. Kheriya 1 year ago

    I love the emotion and details you added into this poem it feels like i am there.

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