I am fromA Poem by Dthis was an assignment for class but I liked how it turned out :))I am from gel pens From ace bandages and bandaids I am from the small, tiht-knit town Silent, judging, I can feel their stares on the back of my neck I am from the pine trees Extending their branches above the roof of our house I am from annual trips to new york and am surrounded by a loud family From my mother and her family I’m from the typical New Yorker, and the critics From “Grow a thick skin” and “I’ll give you something to cry about.” I’m from the nondenominational local church; I learned to duck from their spews of hate I’m from New York City Fresh pasta, genuine New York pizza From the strong woman who survived it all, my mother The pity party thrower, my father Photos of a big city and smiling faces A distant family reunited in photos that litter walls and albums. © 2022 D |
StatsAuthorDAboutthey/them 19 !mental health awareness! I write poetry for fun, but also for venting and coping obsessed with cats! more..Writing
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