 By: Demar Davis, 7th Grade
I am from BROOKLYN, A place most don't make it out. GUNS "BOOM," RUNNING "ZOOM," Fried chicken "mmmm." NO one there, NO one here, Drugs everywhere. As a child, I can't look down. Dogs barking, hand hacking, I have a dream, I have a nightmare. No way out only rap, Drugs, Or school. I picked school and I'm here now. Trash everywhere, Shh don't make a sound. "Never on your own we got your back," Until ¨BOOM¨ no way back, Can you hear me or hear death "Wweeeeehhhhhurrweehhhhur" They are almost here. All that's left is to look at the sky, see the stars, God and pray, No more good tasty fried chicken that burns your mouth cause you're TOO hungry. NO-where to run, NO-where to hide, A place most don't make it out. GUNS "BOOM," RUNNING "ZOOM," Fried chicken ¨mmmmm," NO one there, NO one here, Drugs everywhere. It looks like revenge has taken my place. And everything happens again. So when people ask me where am I from my answer will forever be BROOKLYN.
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 By: Treasure Jackson, 7th Grade I am from curry chicken so hot, You better drink a gallon of water, Just to breathe again. A city so busy, You can hear the cars and trucks, Honking and passing their way by. I am from such a overprotective mother, Like a shadow behind me, I turn around, I see her there, I jump, I fall, She catches me, No separation there. I am from a group of friends so loud, Not even a loud siren can drown them out, But they also are always there for me, I cry, they cry with me, They are a part of who I am. I am from books so much they can build a fort, Thousands of stories with new places to go, They make me cry, they make me cheer, To the stories that keep me occupied for days, That put me in their world.  I am from food so spicy,
You feel as if no milk can help it, With hundreds of spices, That beautifully blends together, That makes our taste buds water, That causes you to eat and eat without withdrawal, That is the Carribean food that I am from, The food that connects me, the food that makes me. That is where I'm from.  By: A. Steeple, 7th Grade
I’m from streets that never sleep, A family that always eats, Baking and breaking everyday, Making sure to eat them rice and beans, A “get me a glass of water,” And a “can I sleep with you?” Not needing an answer, Even though you say “get out my room!” A fall. Then get up. The right choice to choose. Living life Because you never know When it’ll come for you. I’m from a family that speaks with a “hmph” and “um ummm,” Loud heaters and albums and big bowls of fruits, I’m from posters of Alvin Ailey and psychology books, I’m from dreams of the future and ice in our cups, I’m from a witness of people being taken in cuffs, I’m from a take a risk and protect sort of adrenaline, A community that chooses fists over speaking, I’m from an infected world but a strong, healthy family, I’m from my ability. I’m from my mentality. I’m from the smell of sweet chocolate, And stubbing my toe at 3 A.M., Rough and smooth surfaces, Loud music in our ears, I’m from two cats fighting outside, And a barbecue down the street, I’m from the sound of rain outside soothing me to sleep. I’m from bumpy walls and smooth skin, I’m from brown melanin and always renovating the kitchen, Waking up to the smell of eggs and sausages on the grill, I’m from going to sleep to wake up to do it again.  By. Kiana Harrison, 7th Grade
I am from the unknown, And what still needs to be discovered, From the places I do not know, And places I pine to find. From people who released me, To those who are able to raise me right. From my relatives who looked at me, And worked, In an attempt to give me a fairy tale life. From a single mother, Wo picked me up from the hospital, And worked her hardest to provide me with fortune, And because of her and many others, I’m able to have what some people always wanted. From early mornings to late nights, From First to come and last to go, From I know a few, But I still crave to know more. Doing it to impress everyone I know, Knowing my relatives love how much I grow. I have a dream and I’ll make it happen. and reaching out to get what I put in, I am from many things one doesn’t know, And many things one will never experience, I am from things I can not change but I can change the view, View from negative to the positive, By showing the positive, that ignites my fuse. I see it clearly, very strongly, This is the place where I belong, The place my family worked hard to make, The place that makes me strong. I hear the quiet lofi playing and the seafood scent very strong. My family does not really love seafood, but for me, they cope along. Coming home late, just to leaving early, Is our never-ending routine. Makes allow our weekends to be out family outings, There’s barely any free day to set me free. You may ask why I can’t describe what it is like to be at home, To answer your question that is not simple, you may have not been told, Go open a google doc today and make sure it is blank, That is where I come from, and yes, there is nothing on that page, It’s blank because it’s unknown, always free to add the newfound. You can ask me where I come from, but that’s not the right question to ask. The thing to ask is where I’m going, That is where my story ends.  By: Fairooz Ahamed, 5th Grade
I am from the beautiful waters I am from the huge farms Although I got tired of the motors of cars I am from the grass That grows with the hands of many As kids ran over them I am from the amazing flowers That now sit at my home I am from the beaches I am from my moment with my family But the trees fall with my home As my land is not stable enough for me. I am from my amazing land.  By Sariah Adames, 5th Grade
I am from a place that has trees and bees, Squirrels that jump from tree to tree, I am from a place that has dirt, So I am not allowed to wear a skirt. I am from a place that is filled with love, Come on everybody let's jump around, And look at the sky above, Running and smiling as we play and shout, Daydreaming on these days, Praying things will one day go back to being the same. |
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