Princeton High School's Performance Poetry class came to our Professional Development day and shared some wonderful "Where I Come From" poems... we were then instructed to write our own... It's been a while since I've written anything for myself, so I thought I'd put mine into public words:
Where do I come from?
I come from a place where
you feed the cows,
tend the fields,
and pull your britches up.
I come from a place
where family is the center,
and they are what matters.
I come from a place of shreds,
where that family was torn,
and you were placed
hundreds of miles away
from the thing you call home.
You were placed in Ohio,
to live with a sister that is young,
a mother under appreciated,
and a father that is wasted.
Running away from the drugs and drinking,
clinging to a mother of 2 small girls.
I come from a place
where you were taught to be strong,
fight back, and earn what you have.
I come from a place where food stamps
turned into management jobs,
and good-will clothes
turn into J.C. Penny.
I come from a mother that teaches
hard work and dedication
will get you through life
and one day you'll have
the family you were meant to.
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