Where I’m From
Written By: Eleanor Morris
I am from the mountainous blue,
Where trees scatter, and fog looms.
I am from the meandering pavement,
And the constant humid, summer scent.
I am from distant neighbors with joyful grins,
That conceals the commotion that lies within.
I am from teenage sweethearts,
Who found that forgiveness is earned, not given.
I am from the distant sound of sirens,
And pondering when the disturbance will begin to lighten.
I am from brush strokes and paint splatters,
Where creativity flourished and that was all that mattered.
I am from fires crackling through the night,
And gooey marshmallows burnt just right.
I am from blank pages and bookshelves,
The place where my hopes and dreams always seemed to dwell.
Where I am From
Nour Hamadeh
I am from the good memories
From the bad memories
From random pictures
From old notes
From experiences
From traveling overseas
From learning a new language
From moments that take my breath away
I am from the old city of Jasmine
From Damascus, one of the oldest inhabited cities in the world
From traditional arts, classical music, folk dance, and poetry
From delicious Syrian food such as Kibbeh, Yabraq, and Shawarma
From big family gatherings and endless laughs
From open houses and welcoming everyone
From mosques and churches
From respect, trust, and warmth
I am from old family tendencies
From obeying parents and respecting elders
From connecting with extended family
From valuing, accepting, and honoring people
From a strong support system
From sensitivity, sincerity, and survival
I am from my family
From a distant father
From a brave mother, a caring sister, and a cheerful brother
From an adorable young nephew
From a loving husband who works hard for us
From old friends who took different paths
From an aunt who survived cancer
From grandparents who left and never came back
I am from never-ending dreams
From life goals
From becoming a teacher
From spreading peace
From building my dream house
From becoming a better version of myself
I am from the past, the present and the future
From loving unconditionally
From destiny
From courage
From faith
From life
I am From
Maria Sobhie
I am from Lebanon
I am from the land of cultures and traditions
I am from the red white and cedar trees
The beautiful Mediterranean
I am from the media stereotyped “terrorism”
I am from the land of poverty and economic crisis
I am from 5,887 miles
I am from Allah
the creator of such a world
I am from faith and growth
I am from Christianity and respect for everyone’s beliefs
I am from The prayers and blessings
The belief of god
I am from the latest addition to the family
I am from the fear of disappointing ones close to me
The crying when feeling helpless
I am from the most loving and caring family
From my parent’s sacrifice for my education and safety
I am from 5,887 miles
I am from the branches of patience
The fact of having to go through the hardest times to find your easiest and most content life
I am from the dreams of a big family
The goals of being successful
I am who I dreamt to be
I am from my accomplishments
Ronni Johnson
I Am From
I am from the middle of nowhere
From a land of please and thank yous
A land of stay a whiles
And have a bite
I am from a family and a community
They are one and the same
I’m from summers full of cattle
Of hay and tobacco
I’m from the sounds of “come on girls”
As the daylight fades away
I’m from the delicacy of chocolate gravy
From fried chicken and taters
The smell of bacon on Christmas
Eggs popping in the pan on Sunday
I’m from rooster crows and truck exhausts
I’m from my daddy’s hands covered in grease
I’m from Momma’s holding me tight
From my granny’s callused fingers
And my Papa’s dragging feet
I’m from old military stories across generations
Of the store building, of the far east
Stories of cousins and grandmas
Of people I will never meet
I’m from the troubles when we couldn’t eat
I’m from the times when we found enough
I’m from hardship and hope
And education being the way out
I am from Railton and Rocky Hill
From a land of there goes wildcat
Be safe at school
Make us proud
Watch those trees
And Learn you something
I’m from people I will never see again
People that will always love me
I am from the Sturdivants and the Johnsons
The Woods and the Stinsons
I Am From Project 