Growing Up Poem

Remember Where We Come From

My teacher Mrs.McCune taught me how to write poetry. This is the first poem I ever wrote in her class. Thank you for being the best teacher EVER<3

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Were I'm From

Published: November 2007

I am from the bobby pins
From the pony tails and barney
I am from the tree house my step dad built
Form the tire swing below
I am from the tall grass
Form the games of hide & seek and tag

I am from the baby dolls and Barbie dolls
I am from the blanket underneath my bed,
Which I still hold close when I'm feeling sad
Form the monkey my step dad bought me the day he left
I am from the crushes on boys
From the heart aces and heart breaks
That still hasn't changed.

I am from the failing dreams
Form the feelings of disbelieve
I am from the sadness
I am from the happiness
Form the mean big brother, that takes the roll of my father
I am from the friends that were like no other.