I Am From... Poem by Alicia H..

I Am From...

Rating: 4.3


I am from two house...
two places forced to call my own
I am from empty silent rooms
and rooms of life and love
I am from cold floors and tall walls
comfy couches and handmade blankets
I am from dark closets and covers nice and warm
I'm from the empty swing in the yard

I am from my mother's arms, so loving and strong
But from my father's hands, so rough and large
I am from laughter and fun
but hatred and screams
I'm from kisses and hugs
and pins to a wall
I'm from sit down and shut up
but I love you and smile

I'm from hearing footsteps running on the floor
I'm from pinning a chair to lock the door
I'm from hearing a music box playing it's melody
I'm from smelling the scent of my mother's coffee

Where I am from, it's a little hard to tell
For one house was a home
And the other was hell

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rebecca Hansen 01 February 2008

babe i love you =] always remember that lol you really are an amzing poet

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Chauntae Ridley 31 January 2008

i like this poem it says alot abou thow you live and how you feel abot it

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