I Am From Poem by Nisho Olme

I Am From



I am from a little town
That always smells the same
It smells like kids in High School
And it puts a rose to shame
I am from the sound of work
And from the sound of pain
A sound that always comes
Upon the eve of greater gain
I am from the sight of Grandma’s
Walking down the street
And yet I’m from the sight of athletes
Falling off their feet
I am from a salad
And I’m from a pumpkin pie
I am from a Rueben
Where the corned beef sits on rye
I am from a place called “Awesome”
Where I like to meet
Which also might be known as “Cool”
Or best yet “Pretty Sweet”
I am from a 2.9
That made my parents mad
But now we call it 28
Which wasn’t all that bad
I am from the school of work
But never even try
To see the talent that I waste
Would make most parents cry
And most of all I’m from a place
That never leaves my mind
A place that makes me catch back up
Each time I fall behind
The beauty of that special place
Is where I go at night
And when I fell like I am lost
She tells me it’s alright
This “awesome” place, I don’t deserve
For all she’s done for me
Her gentle hand that stops my own
From shaking constantly
I’m from a place called “Jordan”
Though I usually call her “Love”
She is the perfect girlfriend
That I long was dreaming of
It isn’t very likely

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