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Mohammad's Poetry Portfolio

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FC: Poetry Portfolio By: Mohammad Momin

1: Table Of Contents Pg. Assignment 1 Language Arts Poem 2 Self-Respect 3-4 Where I'm From 5-6 My Mother's Kitchen

2: The Mystery of Language Arts My deep thoughts that can be shown The way those letters and vocab flows Doesn't matter if your handwriting is neat or messy The structure is what really matters in your essay The implied meanings of novel and expressions Explained through many discussions Ways words combine to form phrases To create stories with many changes The true language of mankind Universal for all human minds Where everything joint together in detail from parts This is the mystery of Language Arts

3: Self-Respect Really! Don't you know the real me Don't make me what you think I should be I am my own individual, That can stand on my own two feet. So please.. Wait! No, just don't take that pride away from me I may not be a jock, Or be beast at basketball, But I like the way I am today, Because I’m not an ordinary dude, That will listen to you. I make my own road Doesn't matter if you like it I just care for what I have to say And you should acknowledge that Don't forget this From now on let me be me Be my friend for who I am Because I will always be Mohammad Momin

4: Where I’m from I am from the land of various spices, from curry and rices. I am from the place where cows are free to roam the streets. I am from the Siroi Lilies, the Jasmine s. I am from respected elders, and gossiping, from Zobiya and Sunya and Tahemnina. I am from the land of human talking computers and cooking spicy food. From show me A’s! and get me three digits on your report card! I am from a star in the center of a crescent moon, And where there is one god where I pray five times a day to.

5: I'm from America and India, from chicken tikkas and spicy chutney. From the respect my Uncle gained by becoming the first doctor in our family, The feeling of pride that my sister had by becoming valedictorian, And the cunningness of my aunt in getting the record discounts at a department store. In my attic where those faded memories still remains. I am from those blessing moments spent with people I care for till this day.

6: My Mother's Kitchen My mother's kitchen is one of a kind It seems more of an office than a cooking site Utensils organized in a beautiful style Even the pots and pans shine for miles. It’s where you can find all the spices made by nature, Where she uses them to cook food with her artistic gestures It’s where my sister runs to get first dibs While everyone else is left over with the plate with green poison There is dirt and dead cockroaches on the floor And smells like the bathroom But only after dinner, of course

7: Every night The oven always contains a sweet surprise Which again my sister runs in, And takes a few before its time But right before we say good night My mother's kitchen is as bright, as the stars on cloud nine.

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