(This one was written a while ago for a school project, but I'm proud of it.)
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I am from old, underused pool tables.
From round, glass kitchen tables, and burgundy rugs.
I am from the two stories, homemade cookie scent engulfing me.
From the thundering tone of music vibrating my house.
I am from the anxiety of others harms and wrongdoings.
From the anti stress pills my mom used to take.
I am from the destructive brain tumor
that ate away at my dad's life,
little by little.
From the smoke,
as dull as a storm cloud,
sending a strong tobacco odor in the air.
I am from singing, artistry, and photography.
From the indoors and outdoors.
I am from long lines of competitive family and friends.
From daily Skype calls to Savannah, Georgia.
To memories past, and moments to come,
I will always remember
Where I'm From.
