A/N A poem about me and my life if you want to read it.
"Where I'm From"
I am from the world map on the wall, from Frontier and Scholastic.
I am from the painted bamboo boxes on the desk, delicate and refined.
I am from the water lilies in the pond and the maple tree standing strong confident.
I am from summer vacations with airplane rides and loud conversations with no meanings, from Mary and John, and James.
I am from the stillness in the house and the fragile artwork in the cabinets.
From no throwing balls in the house to hanging out with my brother.
I am from annual Christmas Eve masses and a warm blazing fireplace in the winter.
From colored eggs and Christmas cookies for the usual Christian holidays.
I am from Wisconsin and the Jiangxi Province, white rice and sesame chicken.
From Monopoly, buying land and bankrupting people as fast as you can; from the banging downstairs from hammers and saws keeping you from concentrating on one thing for too long; from the constant cooking shows playing on the television in the kitchen.
I am from the paintings on the walls in the hall and the photograph albums on the bookshelves giving me wisdom and memories that will last forever.
It is where I am from.