(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.