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FC: Poetry Portfolio | Jenny Tran 3/28/12 5th/6th Period

1: Table Of Contents | I | 1.Where I’m From poem 2.Self-Respect Poem 3.My Mother’s Kitchen poem 4.Language Arts poem | pg. 1-2 | pg. 3-4 | pg. 5-6 | pg. 7-8

2: "Where I'm From" | I am from chopsticks, From soy sauce and rice. I am from a land filled of variety, Filled with peanuts and pecans I am from the Cherokee Rose, The lemongrass. I am from countless family reunions And dark brown eyes. From Tuan and Hai, And from the Tran's and Duong's. | 1

3: I am from the love of karaoke, And the fondness of technology. From, "don't ever talk to a stranger," And, "make friends with good kids." I am from bowing down on all fours, And giving offerings to Buddha. I am from the veterans, From gunshots that signified freedom. I am From these moments. | 2

4: "Self-Respect" | There are times when I go crazy, But there are times I don’t. There are times when I try my best, But sometimes I won’t. Depending on the time and place, I might even sing out loud. It really just depends on my mood in that case. Because I might even bust a few moves. I don't act like how others do, But I learned that it doesn’t matter. Because others cannot act like me too. Since my behavior is quite peculiar. | 3

5: I’m worth more than what you think. Maybe not as much as a billion dollars. A lot more than the 65.39 amu of zinc, But I don't need your judgements. I’m not your average girl, Not even by a small amount. But I'm the only me in this world. And maybe that's all that counts. | 4

6: "My Mother's Kitchen" | The aroma of cooking rice fills the air Mixed with the scent of frying fish. The smell of soup also controls the senses. A dead chicken defrosts in the sink, Waiting for the chef to make her appearance. Another figure emerges instead. The chef soon comes and scolds the other. "Wait until dinnertime young lady!" The other figure walks away, dejected. | 5

7: Soon enough, the chef works her magic. A pinch of this, and a teaspoon of that, She mixes everything and puts it in the oven. Finishing the meal with a flourish, She calls everybody down for the meal. A scrumptious dinner that none can resist. Her kitchen is where she feels at home. In her element, she whips up many delicacies. There is no one who cannot feel at home there. In my mother's kitchen. | 6

8: "Language Arts" | Putting pencil to paper, I start to write a story Endless strings of words start to flow About my dreams and desires in all their glory | The creativity starts to seep through the page Forming sentences that represent who I am Freeing the words like a bird from a cage | 7

9: Rage begins to surface as I keep going My hand tenses and cramps severely But I tell myself, “I need to keep this flowing” | Maybe I’m deranged or loony And Maybe I need to be in an asylum But writing is really an amazing journey. | 8

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