I wrote this poem for my AP English class at BTA in the fall of 2009. It is not a fantastic piece of work, but seeing as I have little posted here. I thought I would submit this.
Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon
I am from Anna Dorcas Juraschek but now Harris. I am from people, places, things. I am from Ideas. Ideas. Ideas. I am from here today, gone tomorrow.
I am from Miecaswala Scmuvska Kowalska, from Ja Cie Kochem, pierogis, kapusta, gumkis, and pickles. I am from proud to be Polish. I am from immigrants. I am from poor, working class stock who fought through discrimination to earn what they could so I could have better.
I am from Dedham. From a room shared with three siblings and a house with one bathroom. I am from station wagons and neighborhood friends. I am from the “Hate Anna Club” and the homeschool group. I am from ordinary people living extraordinary lives.
I am from a family with a sister who had brain surgery and from always being known as Elizabeth’s sister. I am from struggling to communicate and to love someone who is different. I am from fiercely defending my own. Don’t mess with my family.
I am from pets like Priscilla the Chinchilla, and Lava the newt, and from Biscuit my first dog who got hit by a car on my street.
I am from apple picking, and apple cider donuts, and juice dribbling down my chin. I am from Plymouth Plantation and homeschooling. I am from experiments that set the kitchen on fire and adventures that you wouldn’t believe. I am from my brother is my best friend, and legos, and forts inside, outside in the leaves, in the snow.
I am from practice makes perfect and pounding on the piano. I am from a teacher who hit me because she knew I could do better. I am from learning to try and try and try. I am from Chopin and Debussy. I am from John Denver and Kirk Franklin, Rachmaninov and Nina Simone.
I am from Little Women, and the Tempest, and George M. I am from acting because it was easier than being. I am from poetry that I love to read and recite but for some reason can never write.
I am from hating to be smart, and wishing I were beautiful. I am from aching on the inside and the outside to be loved, really loved. I am from friends who changed their moods and boyfriends who changed their minds. I am from pain and questioning if happiness were real. I am from wondering why I was alive? I am from walking down streets alone in St. Petersburg, Russia and wondering, “If I died would anyone care?”
I am from singing in the rain, singing, singing, singing. I am from “Jesus loves me this I know”, from “I will survive”, from “It is well with my soul”, and from “Amazing Grace”.
I am from sports and trying to please my dad with soccer, basketball, and lacrosse, and being an athlete so I could prove myself and win his love, and from playing even when he never came. I am from finally finding a sport where I could shine. I am from rowing and from the feeling of the boat as it pierces through the mist and steam that rises from the water before the sun does.
I am from pushing my body until I was so strong and so powerful that I was the best. I am from pushing my body until I was so strong and so powerful that I broke. I am from two shoulder surgeries and an ended career.
I am from protest. I am from questioning. I am from WHY? Why do people suffer? Why is there injustice? Why? I am from Heigh Ho Heigh Ho Walmart has got to go. I am from standing in protest in front of the Gap, in a Gap sweater knowing I was a hypocrite.
I am from chewing tobacco for a whole week and spitting the juice into a paper cup. I am from rebelling against a Duke culture fraught with sororities and sadness. I am from graduating from college before I was old enough to drink and from feeling like I was the wrong age and maybe the wrong person too.
I am from many marriage proposals and one true love. I am from people staring at me with my Love. Why? How? No. Yes. White. Black. I am from learning that what other people say or think doesn’t matter but love does.
I am from the Philippines. “Are you Miss America?” I am from Russia. I am from Brazil, Taiwan, Zambia, Botswana. I am from England, Estonia, Slovakia, Switzerland. I am from eating what I was served and praying not to gag. I am from travelling alone in Sweden. Getting mugged in the subway. I am from surviving and believing the story of Jonah because I too am from the belly of a big fish.
I am from singing. I am from waking up every morning hearing my mom sing sing sing. I am from her beautiful voice and a love of opera. Puccini is my favorite.
I am from silence. My mom is dead. I am from a broken heart. She is gone. I am from picking up the pieces and stumbling through the tears.
I am from believing. I am a believer. I am from faith, the life that’s really life. I am from a God who hides Himself but is always there. I am from a God who is real and personal but not religious. I am from finding my Savior in Jesus Christ.
I am from life, exploring, experiencing, loving, learning. I am from not wanting to stop, to stagnate. I am from passion, intensity. I am from holding my breath, waiting, expecting, anticipating where from next.