Where I'm FromI am from the mountains and the rice patties drenched in Communism,from the woman with courage who left for my own good.I am from the islands with beaches and volcanoes; palm trees and hula dancing.I am from the boat I would row with my mother down the stream every night,From the rushing water and fires crackling after the sun had retired for the night.I am from a canvas, flying free to draw my future,from the stage where I perform.I'm from the warm smell of Dad's macaroni and cheese, letting me have a good night's rest.I'm from fondue night on New Years and game night; Movie night on Saturday, and birthday nights.I am from Las Vegas and Maine; Hawaii and Montreal; from the Grand Canyon and the Statue of Liberty.I am from all the sunrises and sunsets and the salty water surrounding me as my feet sink into the sand.from my stuffed animal Puffy and the warmth of my parents bed.I am from the needles in my foot from reading to mom for 2 hours straight,(only to discover she had
The Princess of EgyptA/N: This is a poem I wrote for school, using the prompt: Write a poem that starts with "If only I'd known." So this is what I came up with. Enjoy!If only I'd knownYou were her highnessPrincess Selene of Egypt,Then I wouldn't haveapproached youthat sunny day.I wouldn't have talked to you,I wouldn't have asked your name,to which you giggled, and said, "Selene."You then proceeded to tell methat the dirt upon my faceenhanced my cheek bonesand made my chin seem out of place.You were not dressed like a princess,for you had done awaywith all your fineryfor that day.I thought you were very educatedfor you knew the languageof my people,from whom I was taken from.I still remember my hasty words of goodbyeas they tore me away from her.A "goodbye mom" and a sad wave.I had asked my captors, "Where are you taking me?""To Egypt," the man had said, "To be a slave."If only I'd knownyou were her highnessPrincess Selene of Egypt,then I wouldn't haveapproached youth
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