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Poetry Portfolio

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FC: Poetry Portfolio | Archana Premkumar 3/29/12 Period 1/2

1: Table Of Contents | 1. Language Arts 2. Where I Am From 3. Self-Respect 4. My Mother's Kitchen

3: Language arts is filled with writing Essays and stories and poems too Language Arts is filled with reading Books with wonderful literature Language Arts is filled with grammar Words in all these clauses and phrases Language Arts is filled with punctuation Periods and Commas and much more | Language Arts

4: I am from cellphones, from Apple and iPads. I am from the dirt roads of India. I am from the banana leaves, the mangrove trees. I am from traveling and shortness, from Veni and Saraswati and Prems. I am from the smart and reserved. From Live it up and Tell the truth. I am from Lord Brahma with his many forms and the book of Ramayana. I'm from India’s Vani and Prem, Chicken Tikka and Biriyani. | Where I Am From

5: From the grandfather that is a math genius, the mother who is like my sister and the father that is obsessed with computers. I am from the closet with the box holding all the memories, from the time I entered this life, to right now. I am from those memories, a part of a family, still waiting to grow.

7: Sometimes I dress-up, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I wear jewelry, sometimes I won’t. Depend on day, I might even wear my contacts. It really just depends on who I am. I’m not (the average) teenage girl. And I ain’t that popular. But I learned accept what’s meant to be Because I am amazing. I’m not the average teenage girl. My worth is not determined by look of my face. No matter what I look like, I will always be Archana. | Self Respect

8: Spices fill the kitchen To be joined with juicy chicken But when you enter the scene, There is nothing clean The green walls are yellow. The oven has the Jell-O. A dead fly is on the window sill Soon to be in a landfill Water spills are on the floor. Tomato sauce is on the pantry door. Pots and pans are on the counter tops. Is the dog eating gumdrops? My mother walks in from the den Not knowing where to begin. But she does confess, “Oh, what a mess!” | My Mother's Kitchen

9: She took the old dishrag Filled with water that made it sag Next came the mop. It came down with a plop. | After a few hours We started to devour The juicy chicken In my mother's kitchen.

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