Where I'm From
I am from the roly-poly’s down the hills
I am from the rock game that was never played.
From the “Go tell it over the mountain” and “Hey can you get me the...?”
I am from ginger ale, and swirly stairs that never ended.
From riding my bike in the basement to the five minutes to midnight.
I am from baguettes, high waisted jeans, and stolen carrots.
From the new snow and the mouse-y game.
I am from the ice cream in the town square.
From the never ending Britney Spears’ songs.
From Aang, Rose Tyler, Thalia, and Fred Weasley.
I am from Ash and Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
I am from the scalene triangle and sideburns guy.
From “peasant” and from “choti”
I am from those never ending autumn days that are slightly remembered
For I am but just a branch
Still growing towards the sky
The mighty tree that once held the memories of the past
Next to it another tree bloom of the next generation
Is where I’ll be
With only the glimmer of the past
And a future that is sure to come
List Poem
Black, newly cut and layered hair pulled back by a brown headband.
A reminder messily written on the right hand.
Right hand nails plain and left hand nails polished but disfigured.
Tiny part of a side fringe overtaking the thin headband.
Two, very used hair ties on the right arm, one blue, one brown.
Tired eyes from staying up late at night, reading.
A purple watch with a part sticking out.
Loose, one size too big, faded shirt hanging around.
Comfortable, legal, dark blue shorts with a weird panther face snarling.
Slightly dirty, dark, moss green converse.
Socks loosely unattached to the feet.
iPod with earphones stuffed into the left pocket.
The face is make-upless, as usual.
Large, brown eyes and long eyelashes behind red glasses for horrifying vision.
Just one look at Radhi.
A person's identity is definitely worth fighting for. But why? It's because the identity is what makes a person different. People everyday keep on changing and changing, but they are still their own person. If anyone loses their personal identity, they are just forced to be either empty or a copy of someone else. An identity is just the way of telling people apart, and if you lose it, you will never be different, it's what sets everyone apart.
-Radhi
I am from the roly-poly’s down the hills
I am from the rock game that was never played.
From the “Go tell it over the mountain” and “Hey can you get me the...?”
I am from ginger ale, and swirly stairs that never ended.
From riding my bike in the basement to the five minutes to midnight.
I am from baguettes, high waisted jeans, and stolen carrots.
From the new snow and the mouse-y game.
I am from the ice cream in the town square.
From the never ending Britney Spears’ songs.
From Aang, Rose Tyler, Thalia, and Fred Weasley.
I am from Ash and Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
I am from the scalene triangle and sideburns guy.
From “peasant” and from “choti”
I am from those never ending autumn days that are slightly remembered
For I am but just a branch
Still growing towards the sky
The mighty tree that once held the memories of the past
Next to it another tree bloom of the next generation
Is where I’ll be
With only the glimmer of the past
And a future that is sure to come
List Poem
Black, newly cut and layered hair pulled back by a brown headband.
A reminder messily written on the right hand.
Right hand nails plain and left hand nails polished but disfigured.
Tiny part of a side fringe overtaking the thin headband.
Two, very used hair ties on the right arm, one blue, one brown.
Tired eyes from staying up late at night, reading.
A purple watch with a part sticking out.
Loose, one size too big, faded shirt hanging around.
Comfortable, legal, dark blue shorts with a weird panther face snarling.
Slightly dirty, dark, moss green converse.
Socks loosely unattached to the feet.
iPod with earphones stuffed into the left pocket.
The face is make-upless, as usual.
Large, brown eyes and long eyelashes behind red glasses for horrifying vision.
Just one look at Radhi.
A person's identity is definitely worth fighting for. But why? It's because the identity is what makes a person different. People everyday keep on changing and changing, but they are still their own person. If anyone loses their personal identity, they are just forced to be either empty or a copy of someone else. An identity is just the way of telling people apart, and if you lose it, you will never be different, it's what sets everyone apart.
-Radhi
