Origin

March 24, 2011
By Ellen Zhao BRONZE, Lake Zurich, Illinois
Ellen Zhao BRONZE, Lake Zurich, Illinois
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I am from
the harsh biting wind
on a chilly night
in the “Windy City”
to the thick humid air
on a sweltering day
Of the populated Shanghai.

I am from
the pine smell
of sticky amber rosin,
the dynamic melody
expelled from
the wooden keys
of a piano.

I am from
an old dusty pair
of tiny pale pink ballet shoes –
a memory of what used to be
to the hues
of oil paints
pure and brilliant.

I am from
the enticing smell
of sticky white rice
releasing swirls
wisps of smoke,
the clean wooden smell
of brand-new books –
an adventure contained
in crisp flawless pages

I am from everywhere
from a time
of a worn baby blankie
to the plastic colored Legos
and finally to the futuristic metal iPod.


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on Mar. 25 2011 at 3:37 pm
Anna-Akua SILVER, Taunton, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
But the funny thing about it is I ain't even start yet
I'm only using my mind I ain't even use my heart yet
I just evolved I ain't speaking theoretically
-Keys "Dear Dummy"

i love it! its an i am poem..right? i wrote one before, but not nearly as delicate and profound as urs!

 



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