#whereimfrom
I’m from a place filled with love
A place filled with kindness and family
Where everyone has a spot that they belong in
I am from a family
A family that day after day, joins together and shares a meal
A family that more than anything, loves each other
A family that means more to me than so many people could even imagine
My family is the people that are always there for me
Parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles, even my dog
The people who will never let you fall
Never leave you
Never forget
My family will always be there for me, the way not everyone will
My mom will always being willing to listen, even if I yell
My dad will always offer advice, even if I reject it
My sister will always look up to me, even if I’m unkind
My dog will always want to snuggle, even if I cry into his fur
My family is irreplaceable, and I would never want anything else
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
I am from
the old brick house at the bottom of a hill;
from a small, sunny backyard;
that twilight taste of cigarette smoke from my neighbour.
I am from midnight walks through the park,
snow angels in the snow,
a house among the trees and hide-and-go-seek on rooftops.
I am from lots of bed time stories,
_another one, mommy. Please?_
Sitting on the staircase, contemplating whether I should ask to sleep with them because the monster scared me away.
I am from cousins and sleepovers in the summer-shed;
swinging for hours in their living room;
playing minecraft way longer than we should have;
from tag in the woods and more hide and seek down by the creek.
I am from waiting in my room 'till midnight just to make sure he got home safe and sound.
I am from watching the smoke from chimneys in the night,
from thinking that the park was on fire.
Going to twenty different places,
seeing oceans and mountains and adventures,
missing them.
From my first ballet class (and hating it),
from all those competitions and ribbons and costumes,
promising it was my last year every time and finally regretting it when it really was.
I am from going to Grandpa's house everyday after school.
I remember him in his rocking chair, with the cat in his lap, treats waiting our arrival.
He doesn't sit there any longer.
I am from wishing and watching and waiting for nothing.
I am from piles of paper and journals hidden in the corners of my room, scattered with words and memories.
I am from my sister. My mother. My father.
I am from flowers and forget me nots and daisies and lupins.
From the books on my shelves, half of them unread.
I am from staring at my ceiling fan, asking God what was wrong with me.
I am from my Black Book, where those heavy feelings linger.
From those first two weeks of quarantine, reading so much I actually couldn't see properly. And not regretting it at all.
I am from denial, denial, denial was the truth.
But hey, Grace, it's sitting right there in front of you.
Might as well embrace it.
I am from being the sentimental one.
Keeping those shoes that don't fit because I wore them on my trip.
I am from almost diving in too deep.
_Sigh_
I am from letting go. From love. From memories.
But where I'm from, is letting go.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
We grew up watching wrestling now they smoking dwayne Johnson
It’s Hard to kick a bad habit
they show no concern until it’s their son or daughter how tragic
Shouldve listened in health class kids
It gets sold like an auction
We Come from a place where they whip up (the rock )like Steve Austin
Narcan that man had a syringe in his arm still
Methadone clinic lines around the building
Nobody getting better just given new prescriptions
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
I am from ___________________________________________________________
(a specific item from your childhood home)
from
___________________________________________________________
(two products or objects from your past)
I am from ___________________________________________________________
(a phrase describing your childhood home)
and ___________________________________________________________(more description of your childhood home)
I am from ___________________________________________________________
(a plant, tree or natural item from your past)
whose ___________________________________________________________
(personify that natural item)
I am from ___________________________________________________________
(two objects from your past)
from ___________________________________________________and ___________________________________________________________
(a family name) (another family name)
I am from ______________________________________________and ___________________________________________________________
(a family trait or tendency) (another family trait or tendency)
and from ______________________________________________________________________________
(another family trait, habit or tendency)
from ___________________________________________________________
(another family trait, habit or tendency)
I am from ___________________________________________________________
(a religious phrase or memory)
I am from ______________________________________________and ___________________________________________________________
(an ancestor) (another ancestor)
from ___________________________________________________________
(two foods from your family history)
from ___________________________________________________________
(a specific event in the life of an ancestor)
and from ___________________________________________________________
(another detail from the life of an ancestor)
___________________________________________________________
(a memory or object you had as a child)
I am from those moments ___________________________________________________________
(conclude by finishing this thought or by repeating a line or idea from earlier in the poem)
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
I’m from markers.
From Vans and Goodwill.
I am from the hood.
(Dark, busy, and full of pain and screams.)
I’m from diamonds and daisies.
Hard to the core,
And simple but complicated.
I’m from many ballet performances and curly untamable hair.
From nothing and no one.
From the always perfect and never perfect.
From the you’re being overdramatic and stop talking so much.
I’m from the non-religion and celebrates almost anything.
I’m from Cambodia and Afro American.
I’m from lasagna and Pinot Gris.
From the prison cells.
The mistakes, house to house, and from the fists and bruises.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
I am from the hills
from a place where all you can see and smell are pine trees
I am from nowhere yet somewhere
from the yellow grass that flows with the wind.
I am from the bobcat growls and owl hoots
from deer prancing across the open fields.
I am from scorching summer heat
from the cold winter blizzards
with which I remember the heat of the fire
warding me from the evil chill.
I am from old movies and music
from action figures and Legos.
I am from the nerd brigade
from the straight-A club.
I am from a place where knowledge is power
and power is everything
From deja vu and nightmares
from which my mind is scared and perplexed.
I am from the teachings given by Master Yoda
“Fear is the path to the dark side
fear leads to anger,
anger leads to hate,
hate leads to suffering.”
and the advice given by Mace Windu
“Be mindful of your feelings”
from all those friends who also helped me along
In my room was Star Wars everywhere
With Han Solo on the dresser, away from the Millenium Falcon.
With Yoda on the computer desk, giving wisdom to all who work.
With young Anakin on the bookshelf, dreaming of his future.
I am from those moments
to which I want to forget.
Painful, memories are.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
I'm from a country
where people are friendly
No matter where you go
we always say "hello"
From a place where violence is terrible
Even innocent people are getting in trouble
You will always hear shooting and killing on the news
People are confuse, is power being abuse and misuse?
I'm from a farm
where I learned to be alarmed
especially when calamities come;
This is where I grew up
with my grandmother who raised me up
Sadly, God took her above.
I'm from a photo album filled with memories
that I'll never forget
till the day I lay into a casket
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
I’m from vegetable gardens, pink lemonade and board games.
From tall, golden sunflowers blooming in the summer to soaked mittens resting on the radiator in the winter.
I’m from twinkling white lights arranged beautifully in the bushes surrounding the pool and from thinking that the Canada day fireworks were so incredibly magical.
I’m from my teddy bears and dolls cluttering the basement floor to fresh cut peonies sitting on the kitchen counter and filling the house with their familiar scent.
I’m from ‘elbows off the table’ and soft boiled eggs in little painted egg cups.
I’m from wondering what the hundreds of old books on the bookshelf could possibly be about and from watching Shirley Temple movies over and over again until I could recite nearly every word.
I’m from choreographing dances to classical music and preforming them in the backyard.
I’m from ‘goodnight’ and forced bedtime prayers.
I’m from Gudrun and John better known as Nanny and Poppy.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
I am from the tears of an aged woman,
who cried happily to a worn down man.
I am from bare grass,
where my shoeless feet felt the gentle blades,
and my tender hands gripped the bark.
I am from the countless fights,
the destructiveness of different personalities
all forced into one home.
I am from the coffee-stained house,
from the yeses and no's,
from the broken glass.
I am from the ballerina-pink room
where I spent most of my time.
I'm from the unwelcomed situations,
naked and unbearably lost.
From the broken bones,
to the broken hearts.
I am from emotions.
There, in my mind,
all these memories,
good and bad,
are the important stuff.
I am from what she made,
but I created,
and I will destroy.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
I am from Fisher Price cars with foot powered engines.
Dolls with no hair,
Barbies with no houses.
I am from give it back!
Give it here!
Alex, no!
Ni Ni, stop!
I am from frost bitten rain and winter coats.
I am from snow for Days.
and Weeks.
and Months.
I am from North, East, South, and West.
The Shinobi.
The Lone Ranger.
With Life dragging me in each direction,
“Stay” is not in my vocabulary.
I am from the Cool of The Bay
And the Heat of The Valley.
I am from Loud Mouths
And Long Hair.
Sarcasm and Activism.
No one speaks for me.
I am from a Cousin of Every Color,
A Sister of Every Origin,
A Brother of Every Nation.
I am from the empty darkness of my room.
I can do nothing but bask in its humidity.
I am from nothing but the Hum of Music.
The Tune of Music.
The Sound of Music.
I am from things unsaid.
I am those unsaid things.
I am from the beat of the drum,
And a dance that will always conversate with me.
I am from the Theater.
From the Backdrop to the Stage.
I am the dusted over glitter on the floor.
I am the glisten of the lights above me.
The Singer.
The Actor.
The Writer.
I am the truest version of myself.
And nothing will stop me.
© 2015 Kendra Bowman
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
I am from a cluttered family tree and old wives' tales,
From coal-tinted clothes and the sound of our train.
I am from unridden bikes and muddy boots,
From gasping tears over puppies and kitties.
I am from The Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly
And counting cars on her tiny porch.
I am from "mmhm, mmhm," and "scratch my back,"
And "I love you bigger than the whole sky."
I am from singing when you don't feel like it and running to Granny's house,
From apples with salt and flimsy UNO cards.
I am from a chilly room that smells of old books,
From crouching beneath barbed-wire to gather blackberries.
I am from the house on the hill, the little back room,
From the gravel driveway and rusty Ol' Blue.
I am from the Frederick heritage, the Daugherty line,
From Isaiah 40:13 and "find your wings."
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC