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FC: Benjamin Sance 2/17/10 3rd Life of Poetry

1: Table of Contents: Where I'm From...pg 2-4 My Mother's Kitchen...pg 5-6 Mother to Son...`pg 7-8 The GSMST...pg 9-11 The Art of Language...pg 12-14 Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou...pg15-17 Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes...pg18-20

2: “Where I’m from is what I am” Where I’m from is what I am, Where I’ from is near a mountain of stone. A place of red clay and granite, I’m out of Atlanta. The place I’ve been since birth. A home with granite rocks in the front. I’m from my parents, Iris and Elmer Not from one, but from both. I’m from my grandparents, Who in turn gave me my parents that had me. I’m from siblings both brother and sister. They are the ones the closest to me.

3: Where I’m from is where my family is, Guatemala and Cuba are no different. Where I’m from I where rice and black beans are life. I’m from the hardships my parents faced, From the joys that come with the gift of life. I’m from the churches that I grew up in, Meeting families and creating relationships. I’m from the pressure of doing right all the time, Always watching you actions. Like asking a child to act as an adult. I’m from a life that comes from being a pastor's child, It is a part of me.

4: The important thing is don't forget who you are Because then who can tell you who you are?

5: My Mother’s Kitchen What happens in my mother’s kitchen stays in there, Though the smells infect the living air. The pitter patter of light feet is heard from the kitchen; My sister isn’t far from her goal. She is the apprentice of the wonderful mothers Learning from the best, And learning very fast. No room for mistakes, Oh how gross. The taste of black is bitter, But Is greasy green better.

6: Never the less what she cooks must be eaten, For others sake make no mistake But what is that sound And that smell it makes me nervous It is the sudden bursts of oil bouncing about Sizzling and searing of fresh defrosted meat. There is skill in the kitchen. No need to worry, it is almost time. The fine yeast's rise slows to a stop You can guess, The time is coming. But for what? Well it's time to eat and be content.

7: Mother to Son I tell you now that there are ways to state things, If you say it wrong trouble will arise. Take care of what you say. It might attack. Watch what you say, As the art of sound is created. But don't let it out of control, It might keep growing if you lose it.

8: Watch what you think, Because thoughts are words blueprints. If you mess those up the words will be too. Craft you thoughts as perfect as you can, and Go back over them extra careful. Once, twice, another just to make sure. Watch the way you speak, It makes all the difference. Learn to speak, and You can be meeting halfway. But the most important of all is to act or speak. The worst thing you can is not voice your words, The one you've worked hard on.

9: The GSMST Oh GSMST what makes you so great? I want to know. Open your doors to others, And let me see. Oh GSMST how interesting are your classes. Difficult and challenging, Filled with discovery at every turn. Is this what makes you great?

10: Oh GSMST how smart are your teachers. The warriors who reach out to the students, Putting their time to teach others. They are a store too gather the tools to build a career. Oh GSMST how talented are your students. The people of tomorrow, the generation to come. Young one so dedicated to improve themselves. You prepare them for the world.

11: Oh GSMST why are you so great? It’s all these things and more to come. I say good luck to you all.

12: The Art of Language The art of language is filled with words, They say that the ones who love the most are nerds. But They are for everyone who is there. Better hurry or they'll disappear out of thin air. Word are wandering in your mind, Bored and scratching their behind. They want to come out and play, So be they escort and lead the way. Better hurry or they'll disappear out of thin air.

13: Verbs aren't very patient at all, They rather run up the wall. Verbs are words of movement, So ready your thoughts and make an improvement. Better hurry or they'll disappear out of thin air. Adjectives, the words that modify others, Train with them by describing your brothers. But don't be a dumb fool, They're dangerous if you call someone a mule. Better hurry or they'll disappear out of thin air.

14: Suit up and be ready, Run with your words, but be steady. In whatever you do, Use your mind and your words too. Just don't let them disappear into thin air.

15: Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

16: Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

17: Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

18: Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn't a-been so cold I might've sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

19: I took the elevator Sixteen floors above the ground. I thought about my baby And thought I would jump down. I stood there and I hollered! I stood there and I cried! If it hadn't a-been so high I might've jumped and died. But it was High up there! It was high!

20: So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die. Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

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