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Where I’m From Poem

May 1, 2011

It's a jungle out here!


I’m sorry for not posting much. But I do intend on posting more. You can catch me in small doses on Facebook and Twitter. I’m in a mentoring program where I email my mentee once a week. The program has set topics every week. Last week, we had to write a short poem about our neighborhoods. I wrote about my old neighborhood, East New York, Brooklyn. It’s only been less than a year since I left there. I still have family there, and I attend church there, The Church of the Holy Redeemer. At the church, I co-led a Youth Ministry group called Youth Experiencing Salvation (Y.E.S.). So it’s safe to say that my connect to East New York is still strong, and it’s going to get stronger as I get more involved.

Here is my poem:

Where I’m from sounds like pain.

Where I’m from tastes like blood.

Where I’m from looks like death.

Where I’m from smells like garbage.

Where I’m from feels like winter.

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