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I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch.
(Black, glistening,
it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush
the Dutch elm
whose long-gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I think it’s important to show a person these memories with details like smells, sights, sounds and specific details. They help to transport the person there.
she talking about how is it where she is, and everything she remember about her place.
those supplements may have been used where he lived back home
This makes me think they live in the country because they havee the space to hang dry clothes.
maybe the speaker is saying that their family was very poor growing up because the speaker said that they came from dirt, which means nothing.
I wonder why she would be able to taste the gorund
This reminds me that things don’t stay the same, they change over time
I wonder how much time has passed for the speaker since she saw the tree last.
I'm from fudge and eyeglasses,
from Imogene and Alafair.
I'm from the know-it-alls
and the pass-it-ons,
from Perk up! and Pipe down!
I'm from He restoreth my soul
with a cottonball lamb
and ten verses I can say myself.
the speaker takes the reader on a journey through her childhood through time and into the home where she was brought up
I think the author is saying that she comes from people who are very sweet
I think the author is saying that she comes from people or from a place that is sweet and wise. Fudge is sweet and glasses sometimes represents age or intelligence.
I think that person refers to that he likes chocolate and has a contact lens.
For me i think that the ‘And the pass-it-ons,’ means that they older people pass on there genes or what they are known for.
I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch,
fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost
to the auger,
the eye my father shut to keep his sight.
The author’s noting of proper noun places (possibly restaurants) and foods help to show us how important food and eating is to one’s self. I often crave the foods of my youth and think of them as a window into how I was raised. The author also shares snippets of stories that have been passed down from their childhood, reminding us also of how essential family stories are to ourselves.
she saying what her grandfather do and her father
Under my bed was a dress box
spilling old pictures,
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments--
snapped before I budded --
leaf-fall from the family tree.
I think it is important to understand that events that occurred before our births are essential forces on our upbringing. What would have happened, for example, if our parents had never met? What events shaped our parents’ relationships with their siblings and parents? How have those relationships changed the ways in which our parents raised us?
It’s important for me because it can remain people think about their pass and connect the writing to them-self. It’s connected to me because the poem remained me about my past when I looking at the old picture in my grandfather’s house.
The author could be saying that she loves her family and that she stands on her family’s history.
She could also be saying that she is ashamed of her family because no one can see the picture because they’re under her bed.
she found old picture of how she was when she was younger and how her family was.
i think this mean that she have many pictures that she loves maybe she have pictures with his best friend that she don’t see anymore because maybe she go to other city.
the lost faces can also mean the faces of the ones who have passed, or their old friends that just left her.
Who specifically she had pictures from and why she still has them if they are not close anymore or maybe lost.
This makes me think that the author is either trying to keep her memories safe or that they are ashamed of their family.
Why did the speaker’s father have to close his eyes to see? Was the speaker’s father closing his eye to something that he disapproved of in order to have a relationships with the speaker?
“Where I'm From” grew out of my response to a poem from Stories I Ain't Told Nobody Yet (Orchard Books, 1989; Theater Communications Group, 1991) by my friend, Tennessee writer Jo Carson. All of the People Pieces, as Jo calls them, are based on things folks actually said, and number 22 begins, “I want to know when you get to be from a place. ” Jo's speaker, one of those people “that doesn't have roots like trees, ” tells us “I am from Interstate 40” and “I am from the work my father did. ”
In the summer of 1993, I decided to see what would happen if I made my own where-I'm-from lists, which I did, in a black and white speckled composition book. I edited them into a poem — not my usual way of working — but even when that was done I kept on making the lists. The process was too rich and too much fun to give up after only one poem. Realizing this, I decided to try it as an exercise with other writers, and it immediately took off. The list form is simple and familiar, and the question of where you are from reaches deep.
i strongly agree with this, the “where I am from” question, leads to a ton of memories and experiences.
Since then, the poem as a writing prompt has traveled in amazing ways. People have used it at their family reunions, teachers have used it with kids all over the United States, in Ecuador and China; they have taken it to girls in juvenile detention, to men in prison for life, and to refugees in a camp in the Sudan. Its life beyond my notebook is a testimony to the power of poetry, of roots, and of teachers. My thanks to all of you who have taken it to heart and handed it on. It's a thrill to read the poems you send me, to have a window into that many young souls.
I hope you won't stop there, though. Besides being a poem in its own right, “Where I'm From” can be a map for a lot of other writing journeys. Here are some things I've thought of:
While you can revise (edit, extend, rearrange) your “Where I'm From” list into a poem, you can also see it as a corridor of doors opening onto further knowledge and other kinds of writing. The key is to let yourself explore these rooms. Don't rush to decide what kind of writing you're going to do or to revise or finish a piece. Let your goal be the writing itself. Learn to let it lead you. This will help you lead students, both in their own writing and in their response as readers. Look for these elements in your WIF poem and see where else they might take you:
Remember, you are the expert on you. No one else sees the world as you do; no one else has your material to draw on. You don't have to know where to begin. Just start. Let it flow. Trust the work to find its own form.
Because she liked the “kind of music” that I listened to and she liked the way I walked as well as the way I talked, she always wanted to know where I was from.
i think this can be pretty offending sometimes because where we lived does not define who we are.
that the person who asked him where he was from because he liked his way of speaking and also the kind of music.
he talk about what he and the other person likes.
If I said that I was from 110th Street and Lexington Avenue, right in the heart of a transported Puerto Rican town, where the hodedores live and night turns to day without sleep, do you think then she might know where I was from?
he say the night turns to day without sleep because they don’t sleep because how of the gunshot or the police that comes through their house for no reason
I think that this is important because it quickly shows where the setting will take place while inviting the reader to explore the location further. It makes us check what we already know (or assume) of the location while enticing us to learn more about the place.
It’s impotent to me because this is the reason why the writing started, and it explain the new way to write about “where I’m from”. It remain me the time I wrote about"where I’m from", and I only introduced my homeland, and now I have a new way to tell were I really from.
a part of his poem that stands out is where his mother explains to him that this is how his life is and she accepts how they live
Where I’m from, Puerto Rico stays on our minds when the fresh breeze of café con leche y pan con mantequilla comes through our half-open windows and under our doors while the sun starts to rise.
maybe he eat that mostly in the breasfast
I connect to this line because my country, The Democratic Republic of Congo, and culture stay on my mind too. I think about the food, dance, education, music, family, friends…everything.
he saying all that in he country they do everyday the thing that they used to eat the most.
I think that hes explaining how Puerto Rico could have a different taste from a lot of culture.in my opinion all he is saying is that Puerto Rico is unique,and that no one would take that from them.
Where I’m from, babies fall asleep to the bark of a German shepherd named Tarzan. We hear his wandering footsteps under a midnight sun. Tarzan has learned quickly to ignore the woman who begs her man to stop slapping her with his fist. “Please, baby! Por favor! I swear it wasn’t me. I swear to my mother! Mameeee!!” (Her dead mother told her that this would happen one day.)
he saying that in he country they read story to the babies so that they can fall sleep, he put as a example the story of Tarzan.
Where I’m from, Independence Day is celebrated every day. The final gunshot from last night’s murder is followed by the officious knock of a warrant squad coming to take your bread, coffee and freedom away.
Where I’m from, the police come into your house without knocking. They throw us off rooftops and say we slipped. They shoot my father and say he was crazy. They put a bullet in my head and say they found me that way.
he is describing hwo it’s where he lives
This shows that police are disrespectful to people in the speaker’s community.
This stands out to me because the police can do whatever they want without consequences. They kill people and come into their homes just like the speaker is saying.
its showcasing how the abuse of power is where his from and how the police on no authority comes into their home taking their peace and freedom away
WHERE HE IS FROM IS NOT SAFE, BECAUSE EVENT THE POLICE DO THINGS THEY NOT SUPPOSED TO DO.
Where I’m from, you run to the hospital emergency room because some little boy spit a razor out of his mouth and carved a crescent into your face. But you have to understand, where I’m from even the dead have to wait until their number is called.
in my country is like that too that in the hospitals you need to wait and wait still the nurse call you even when you are dying.
paradomo skillfully describes the outrageous events of police invading homes to kill innocent families for the heck of it
Where I’m from, you can listen to Big Daddy retelling stories on his corner. He passes a pint of light Bacardi, pouring the dead’s tributary swig unto the street. “I’m God when I put a gun to your head. I’m the judge and you in my courtroom.”
This makes me think that having a gun makes the speaker feel powerful in a world where he is actually powerless.
Where I’m from, it’s the late night scratch of rats’ feet that explains what my mother means when she says slowly, “Bueno, mijo, eso es la vida del pobre.” (Well, son, that is the life of the poor.)
It’s is important to me because some time people use so many word to describe a simple thing,and use less word to describe more things is not easy.And this connected to me because when I still young my family is also poor.
He don’t like to live there but her mom always explain him that is the life of poor people.
people that are poor have no right only the people that have money and the once that have power
showing how when you’re poor that there are many cases that these things happen and its just it is what is because they cant really do anything about it but to just deal with it
what his mother said it’s so true because when you dont have money you need to appreciate what you have because it’s people more poor than they
this part let me know that may they was poor or something like that. and i really like this part of the poem because it’s important to know who you are and where are you from, or where you come from.
Where I’m from, it’s sweet like my grandmother reciting a quick prayer over a pot of hot rice and beans. Where I’m from, it’s pretty like my niece stopping me in the middle of the street and telling me to notice all the stars in the sky.
HE Loved where he is from
I think it’s important to show the multidimensionality of where you are from. Although the majority of this poem has related the violence, poverty, and struggle of the author’s neighborhood, this last stanza shows a moment of beauty, innocence, and the intimacy that we have with family.
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