Where I'm From

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I’m from the family dinners,
From the salt and peppered steak.
From the backyard golf course,
And the sport court.
I’m from the broken windows,
The mother’s frowns.
I’m from the time outs,
The sleep-overs.
I’m from the detentions,
The suspensions.
I’m from the discipline,
The discipline that makes me.





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Hamsauced09 said...
May 21, 2009 at 7:51 pm
This is the best poem I've ever tried to read! I got stuck on the third word but the first two were great. I'm gonna go r a b brb.
 
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