FC: Online Poetry Portfolio | Constance Perkins 10/22/10 2nd Block
1: Table of Contents | Pg 2-3: Where I am From Poem Pg 4-5: Self Respect Poem Pg 6-7: My Mother's Kitchen Poem Pg 8-9: GSMST Apostrophe Poem
2: I am from Two Worlds I am from the pots and pans from Stouffer’s and the Thailand rice. I am from the red brick house with nature taking back its land. (Those spiky, sticky bushes that stab at your skin.) I am from the golden morning flowers, the cherry tree as small as a toddler willing to bloom despite its size that gave me inspiration to go on. I am from red bean ice cream and boiled peanuts and no family trait yet designed, from Gary and Susan and Perkins. I am from the great artists and the wizards of math From “I know you can do better” and “There are ghosts in the mirror”. I am from some higher being that gave me life Whether it be God, Allah, or Buddha I don’t really care.
3: I'm from Richmond but with a Chinese heart, the sweet, sugary bear claws and the sweet, spicy chicken feet. From the head-on crash that almost took my dad’s life but, gave the scar on his neck and the black night my mom got lost in the cold of Tibet. And shoved in shelves of the splendid shelf are the many albums with family moments and many more to be filled with other times yet to come. I am from the mixed culture those pictures tell and willing to pass it on
4: I will always be Me About the clothes that I wear, about the way I don’t style my hair I’m use to all of those strange glances, but I’ve learned not to care I am different from everyone else, I am my own self And if you try to change that, well then check yourself I’m crazy, I’m weird, and that’s what everyone says I’m boyish, not normal, but how can I change my ways It doesn’t matter where I go, it does matter what you see I will always be the one and only me About my hobbies that I enjoy, about the life I like to live I’m use to all of the rude remarks, and instead I just give An explanation of how am I happy, even if they can’t see How I love who I am, maybe they should just leave
5: I’m unique, I’m smart, but people don’t care about that I’m not pretty or cool, and I just fine with that It doesn’t matter where I go, it does matter what you believe I will always be the one and only me
6: Death in the Kitchen In my mom’s kitchen was an army of ants They marched near the old oven cooking a steak The old oven stuttered and burst into flames Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! They were all dead In my mom’s kitchen were some onions growing Their little green tops growing with glee My mom walked over and pulls of those tops Pluck, pluck, pluck! They were all dead In my mom’s kitchen were some blue crabs They fought one another, but little did they know My aunt then walked in, with knife in hand Bam, bam, bam! They were all dead
7: In my mom’s kitchen was the begging dog She whimpered for food, but there was none Then she noticed some slugs near the front door Lick, lick, lick! They were all dead In my mom’s kitchen dinner was ready My cousin and sister and my dad walked in I realized how much must die in order for us to live Munch, munch, munch! It was all gone.
8: GSMST... GSMST, how did you become so big? Your stairs hurt our feet, your elevators mock us We do the mile run in order to get to class You cannot get bigger, but no, you are adding a fourth floor GSMST, how did you become so smart? The students get good grades, the students work hard Or at least the ones that don’t drop out the first two years Only the seniors know the secrets, hm? GSMST, how did you become so unique? With a SMART Board in every class, with a laptop in every lap With a different bunch of technology and kids What are your secrets, tell me!