BC: The End
FC: By: Willie Jin Glenn 6-7 10/22/10 | Poetry Portfolio
2: Table of Contents: Where I'm From Poem.................pg. 4-7 Self-Respect Poem.............pg. 8-10 My Mother's Kitchen.........pg. 11-13 GSMST Poem.........pg 14-15 .
4: Where I'm From | I am from colored pencils From Krispy Kreme and eating utensils. I am from the lofty backyard of the house. I’m from the garden in the backyard (I’m like the pea plants—tall and skinny.) Still growing abundantly With no sign of stopping. I’m from childhood chocolate and ice cream— From Cake, brownies and pie, From fantastic foods that fill you till your full. I’m from a state northeast of here, Where all these sweets seem to grow—
5: From the state of North Carolina I like to call my original home. I am memories— Of successes and failures. I’m from falling off of bikes, And busted up knees. But also from first places, Greatness and happiness Competitions won and opponents defeated. I’m from days spent outside— Of sweat, heat, and salt. I’m from cool lemonade on a sweltering hot day From that old restaurant just down the street From play outside and fun and games I’m from childhood.
6: But one day, it won’t matter where I’m from Or what memories I have, what I like to eat— I’ll be visiting some old friends. Having afternoon tea— Where No one will wonder where I’m from.
8: Withered slightly, Down the road. A tree before the undergrowth. Has no leaves, Wilted bark and stout It stands unappreciated. Once ago, It was the center of the village— Villagers picked its sweet fruit, Children hung from his branches Rested in its shade. Alas does that matter now— The tree's once great glory? It's bygone days of love and greatness? | Self-Respect Poem
9: Alas does that matter now— The tree’s once great glory? It’s bygone days of love and greatness? For is this not the same tree? Were those not the same branches? Those roots, that bark— All great once upon a time. The tree should garner no less respect No less loving or attention It was once, and still is great Perhaps not on the outside— But on the inside nonetheless And that’s all that matters The soul, the inside the essence. The same is for all of us We are all trees— Nurtured by our parents Loved.
10: Respect of ourselves and respect Of others. For all of us can be great trees.
11: My Mother's Kitchen | Fires a-blazing. Heat overbearing. The devilish flickers licking hungrily The oven burns. My aunt walks in and she says: Agast! What is that I see? Is that something green!? Oh my gosh it looks quite mean— That little mean green thing. Growing on that piece of bread. I think I’ll give that to my brother next time He asks for a sandwich from me!
12: My mother walks in she says : Eww! What’s that I smell? Is that your pizza from two weeks ago? You were supposed to throw It into the garbage row! Wait what It’s your dead pet mouse named Norbert? It smells like a moldy sports shirt! Hurry up and throw it away! My sister walks in and she says: My brother he’s so lazy-- Too big for his britches. Always says, “Sis, go do the dishes!”
13: Well I got a few kind words for you, You can go make your own food, I’m not in the mood So don’t feud, Be shrewd, And get your own food! And of course all this happens daily In my mother’s kitchen.
14: GSMST! Why are you so challenging? Your halls filled with homework. Or misery and strike of others. Ahh GSMST! The plague of you has struck again! Can be seen from the signs— The black puffy eyes Of sleep-deprivation. Why art thou so treacherous? Your halls, your chairs, the desks All magnificent! But tarnished by your evil. Have you no mercy for those who pay you homage? Have you no mercy for those who love you dearly? | GSMST POEM
15: Avast! Begone! I want to see of you nevermore. Your tarnished halls And misery— Never pitying