I Am From...
different time and place
a place of well-maincured lawns
and expresive perfurmes
Friday night Football games, with trips to
Little Casers' out in the parking lot,
seeking smokes from people in flannel shirts
The smell of stale smoke from a classmates
in the next row, place of stage moms and workholic
dads, crisp Fall afternoons with the sweat of wrestiling
practice.
The long hours of studying and going to practice
and notes from mom, dinner is the fridge,
and blurs of Alternative Rock, especially Nirvana,
from somebody's car stereo.
Finally, graduating, and moving on, and leaving the protective bubble
going a better place.
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2 comments:
I like your poem...it sounds like an interesting place to be from. I thought it was good how you were so specific of memories and events-it made yours more original.
Very descriptive poem, I enjoyed the ending when you spoke of “leaving the protective bubble.” It reminded me of leaving my home town to come to WMU. It also made me think of leaving the protective bubble of Western and going out into the real world.
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