Where I’m From
I am from Julie and Ditir from the smell of baking banana bread and watching The Office reruns I am from Gulliver's Travels and Forever Young I am from Zoboomafoo from “Do what makes you happy.” and “Why are you so stupid?” I am from old couches and jewish parties I am from gym clothes from passive aggressive and atheists I am from Minnesota and Peru. Upstairs in my mom’s side table are old letters and without those letters I would be nothing I become those letters and pictures and stories. Frodo
I am small with big feet. I want to destroy the ring. I hear Sauron’s voice in my head. I know they want the ring. I see servants of Sauron. I understand the power of the ring. I decide to keep going. I pretend that I am brave so the others follow. I feel fear of the eye of Sauron. I touch the ring. I worry that it will take me over. I decide to keep going. I say I can handle it. I dream of the day its gone. I try to destroy it. I hope Gandalf will save me. I will win this war. I decide to keep going. |
Ourselves
What does it mean to be yourself when what we want more in life is to be someone else everyone is influenced by others we are too involved in trying to recreate an image of are perception of perfect person like a stack of smooth paper that's is fresh out of a copying machine we try to look like the perfectly placed to people we are the mimes on the streets the ones who look for extra coins by imitating but we take it further we try harder we will do anything we will do anything to look like the ones on the TV in the magazines on the computer we waste our time and spend our money we feel guilt it starts as a small pinch like a mosquito bite but then grows into something you just cant fix it rolls down you with awkward twists and turns like an avalanche no matter how unhappy you are no one can hear you everything else it too loud and you're too quiet why are we so distress to be ourselves what about us is so wrong we are all puzzle pieces to a bigger thing so why not make that exiting strange happy different unique why cant we be aware of the person we are in the moment we are in and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering so what does it mean to be yourself? |