Anthology poem project
"Where I'm From'
I am from a pencil, from Paper mate.
I am from the quite sound of home.
I am from the gentian sage, the blue which stands out.
I am from Christmas on the 24th and the tragic of Claudia.
I am from awakening of loud mouth and gossip.
from "monsters under my bed" to santa.
I am from Baptist.
I'm from California, quesadilla and burritos.
From the death of my aunt, the memories from the beach.
I am from the wall of photographs.
Different from the rest, was the girl who was known for wearing black.
convincing herself that something was wrong,
trying to conceal her real self.
After she left her bad times,
She found new people who were just like her.
She was able to share her interest,
it all made her happy.
Now, there was no need to conceal.
I received a new puppy.
boxer, dark brown.
had a striped pattern like a tigers.
As I enter my house, she knocks the wind
out of me by running so fast.
I always notice her outside chewing on
her toys as the grass around her would
tickle her nose causing her to sneeze.
through out the years,
little small tiger turned into a lion.
no longer petit, but grand.
Already had her first birthday
and still hyper as ever.
always having that gorgeous pattern,
seeing her eyes bring light in mine.
she is my princess Kiara
love of animals
with many animals out there
some can be loved, some can be slapped
for one to be loved is awfully rare
it might make them feel trapped.
although some can misbehave
I say giving them proper care
will make you brave
and no longer give you a scare.
saddening that a lot get harmed
it should be the other way around
to make them feel charmed
and not feel drowned.
with something to think about
hopefully you'll change your route.