Where I'm From
I am from the rolling hills
From the river filled with pebbles.
I am from where the rooster crows
From bleating goats to oinking pigs.
(Even in the dark of night)
I'm from outside my comfort zone.
I'm from crowded streets and even more crowded markets.
I'm from the sound of children laughing
From eating rice and beans.
Under my bed are roaches and tarantulas.
I am from Haiti.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.