Lineage Poems, continued

As I promised, here are some of the amazing poems from my 8-2 class:

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by E.B.

I am from a Mexican coke
from beans and fajitas
I am from white walls in my bedroom
(dirty, shadows
that say things in silence)
I am from gifts that my aunt
gives me with much love and
the desire to show how much
she cares for me.
I am from my mom cleaning at Howard
Johnson and
from my dad being a supervisor.
I am from the don't give up and
the push yourself
from don't depend on a guy
and from your education will
take you out.
I am from Bimbo and Valentina
from a good lunch and a coke
Under my bed a plastic bag
Spilling dirt and the feeling of
being left behind.



I
by J.R.

I wake up every morning in a cloud
Feels like heaven.
Drink up a cup of coffee
Feels like home.

I listen to my dad playing his brown guitar
It fills the air with tunes
I get uncontrollable feet
My problems fade away.

In my
head, heart, and dreams
I keep all my memories
The nice ones
Not the ones that open my skin and kill THE SOUL.

Telling jokes
The ones you never hear coming from my dirty mouth
Make family
Smile.

My iPod
The brain
Where everything goes and flows
The creator of my ideas and thoughts
What will I do next?
Sorry KEEP OUT!

Hugs and kisses
For a special one
And baby hands wrapped in mine
From someone who will look up to me
Two more people to LOVE.

Nights when I don't want to go to bed
Where I talk to GOD and say
"Thanks for a wonderful day!"

September 4
1996
I am...



My “Where I’m From” Poem
by C.T.

Yards of none,
Apartment of one,
Toy cars of many times one,
Tables of dad hand-made done,
A BIG BrOkEn Buddha a-more-brownin’,
A bird clock a-chirpin’,
A gray old chair a-sittin’

A daddy,
A mommy,
A mammy (grandma),
A pappy (grandpa),
A step-ma mammy,
A [cousy] (cousin)

A chino,
Vietnamese[o],
Americano,
Tejano,
Houston[o].

A spring roll this,
A noodle con egg rolls that,
A CAKE here,
A rice bowl there.

To Kansas Air,
From Beaumont there,
In desk chair

“Có sau không? (“Are you hurt?” or “Is there anything wrong?”)” I say to Ariel.
“Không có. Đi chơi nè anh, (“No. Let’s go play brother”)” Ariel say to I.

Calvin Han Trieu Ta



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by N.R.

I am from accordians and six string basses
From cowboy hats and snake skin boots.
I am from the king of mountains and hills
From cities and streets.

I am from an original style of hamburgers and
Smoked goats
From a long distance love story and an adventure
Towards happily ever after.
I am from a small plastic sphere being kicked
Into a net
And spiked shoes hitting the grassy field.

I am from music and dancing
I am from the hugs, the love and support my
Family offers me,
We love you 'Mija' and we'll always be
here for you.
I am from those words.