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Name-vicente Date-feb 20, 2023

“Where I’m From” Template/Draft

Directions: Fill in the blanks today. You will copy the entire poem with your words filled in and create a visual to go with it. You will NOT make a final copy with the words contained in the parenthesis! Leave those out!

Due Dates:

First Stanza:

I am from (specific ordinary item)-cheetos and arrizonas,

from (product name)2 dollar lunches every day and (another product name)_powder doughnuts for dessert

I am from the (home description) east oakland

Adjective that describes the above home description pot holes that will ruin your car, the flea market, the oracle, rtash all over the streets

It (tasted, sounded, looked , felt –choose one)__smells like shit, homeless people everywhere

I am from the (plant, flower, or natural item)___green grass at berkeley schools durring recess

the (plant, flower, or natural item) playing soccer grass in the field

(Description of natural item) trees are green

I’m from the (family tradition) mexican birthday parties and (family trait)___music and food

from (name of family member)____church on sundays and (name of family member) sidney my sister that is wiser than me

and (another name)______my younger brother cristian that could use some catholic practice___

I’m from the (description of family tendency)___________mcdonalds and in n out sundays____________ and

(Another family tendency)_going to the movies theatre only when we get free tickets__

Second Stanza….turn over

From (something you were told as a child)_getting a cold when I dont wear a sweater outside_ and

(another thing you were told as a child)__the remedies my grandma makes for sickness allways work

I’m from (representation of religious or spiritual beliefs or lack of it)___catholicism___,

(further description of spiritual beliefs)___only watching my grandma praying at night to the virgin maria___

I’m from (place of birth and family ancestry)________,

(Two food items that represent your ancestry)__tacos______and ________birria______.

From the (specific family story with a detail about a specific person)_______uncle that over does the alch, on parrajete sundays and gets me buzzed and completely ruins the chocolate milky bruh_______

the (another detail of another family member)____god brother that got all the gifts and allways showed them off to me and my little brother_______.

(Location of family pictures…You pick the preposition) ______the pictures of my ancestors and family in mexico that will live there forever without being seen__________

I am from (general statement with DETAILS about who you are or where you are from)______the better streets of oakland, I whent to schools in berkeley and grew up in a mexican touted family with a strong conection to catholicism_______

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The mountains in Peru, South America, and deep, In a place called Puno my family sleeps.

The lake that runs cold in the Icy wintertime,  busy mountains stand and what prevents me from visiting my mother's homeland, how long  I want to live there so I can be free. Quechua is the language they speak.

I don't really know it but I can see, that it is one of the languages the natives teach. Lomo Saltado is one of my favorite dishes to eat. My grandma teaches it and I see and feel a little bit at home.

One day It’ll all be the same, my dear home Puno In Peru it stays.

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I am from an ordinary street in a neighborhood
I am from tires marks and noisy cars
I am from the busy street in the neighborhood
I am from a rowdy and loud street
It sounded like tires screeching and tires spinning
I am from the street where not a lot of people walk through
I am from a street in the San Francisco Bayview

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I am from the rust from my guitar, from stitches and bandages. I am from the constant broken silence. It is rough and jagged yet comforting. I am from the red sapling, the _the newly planted tree to replace the old but once evergreen, wood. I’m from the stubborn but determined.

From  “no second chances for first impression” and  “you are not done until you are finished”  I’m from (representation of religious or spiritual beliefs or lack of it) born again Christians, believing in forgiveness, hope, guidance, and selflessness. I am from an ever changing home, I am from a family of saints and hypocrites, and I am from the lies I would tell myself for comfort.

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I am from the sun from jupiter

I am from the black walls

And the popcorn ceilings

It felt rocky

I am from the flower,

the sunflower

The bright yellow petals

I’m from the watching movies once a months and laughing till it hurts

from  Claudia and Danny

and Danielle

I’m from the joy and

Going out on the weekends

From always smiling and

Thick hair

I’m from mother god

And the spiritual auras

I’m from lynwood and durango,

Tamales and pupusas

From the long travels across the borders of mexico that mother Esperanze, child cristina and claudia took

The lost of mother and father that daughter Irma had to face .

The palms spring trip the family took

I am from many different cities, from south central to hawthorne to culver city, to huntington park and south gate and now san francisco

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I am from the bay , frisco where we go stupid
Im from a family of peruanas where we eat ceviche y anticuchis

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I am from my grandmother’s delicious home cooked meals!
I’m from 50cent cakes and top ramen…
I am also from the bay

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I am from thick winter blankets

from chocolate Abuelita and pan dulce

I am from the trees nestled in the Bay Area

where kids' laughter fills the air and the paletero's bell rings

Where it sounds like the family parties that last till the am

I am from the mud pies

The rollie pollies

My favorites to play with as a child

From my mom and my dad

And my grandparents, who made my education possible

I'm from the corridos blasted in the car and the weekend grandma sleepovers

From handmade tortillas and the beans that go with them

I am from the hardships overcome by my parents

To form a better life for us

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I am from pillow pets

from  oreo cookies and warm milk

I am from the a single part household

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I am from

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I’m from the cartoons in the morning while my mother makes breakfast, I am from tamales and ponche for Christmas where the family gathers and fights over property! Lol

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I am from the small island town across the bay

from the breezy sunny weather and avenue of fall leaves

I am also from the hilly mountains in the east, salty ocean waves on the west

It looked like green landscapes colliding with the crispy blue waves of the ocean

I am from the natural grown mangoes grown near the family house,

The sweet carabao mango that can be widely found across the whole island nation

I’m from a wholesome and outgoing family that loves to eat and party

from my aunty lita and cousin Mak

to my brother Francis

From being told to not go outside after washing my hair in the shower and

My mom telling me to acknowledge and be respectful to the spirits when entering the cemetery, when visiting passed loved ones

I’m from a somewhat of a Catholic-Christian rooted family that has faith and trust in Jesus

I’m from the east bay, descended from my parents who immigrated from our small coastal town up north in the Philippines

Pinakbet (PEE-KNOCK-BET) (popular Ilocano dish consisting of shrunken variety of vegetables with a hint of fermented shrimp paste) and Bagnet (BAHG-NET) (Ilocano version of “Chicharron” pork belly that’s boiled and deep fried until it becomes crispy

From my grandfather who served in the Philippine army back in 62’ that decades later petitioned my father and mother to come here in the U.S.

The brother of my grandfather who served sometime in the U.S. army and who petitioned him to come over here .

I am from the east bay area with roots deeply tied to my family from the Ilocos sur province in Northern Philippines

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By Ameyra Greer

I am a soul

From two that makes me alive

I am from earth

Green, calming, and ethereal

The sounds of the ocean waves on earth

The smell of wood and pine

The feel of the bark trees

And the taste of the sweet fruit that grows

I am from the evolution of animal

A human

With intelligence, feeling, and power

From the God up above we so praise to

And the forgiveness of the earth

Mother and Father

Where their souls combine

And present Me

I am from a soul that is loyal  and determined

And another soul that is well spoken and protective

From tough love on the soul to handle greater challenges

And food that is good for the soul

I am from a higher being that created life

God

A woman and a man

I am from the father of black and beautiful

I am from a mother of the islands

Food so good it's for the soul

Cornbread, mac, and ribs

And Pancit, lumpia, and sinigang

For the fight for freedom and change

To absent mothers and deadbeat dads

The images that are A reminder of where my soul is from

A body of dense and mass

A conscience with love and guilt

Though I do not give up

I am from earth

And I am calm

I am ethereal

I am a soul

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I am from the Coreta perfume I grew up using. I am from the nopales in my back yard. From la planta de chayote.

I am from ehocolate caliente y pan dulce. From telenovelas playing in the background of the kitchen.

I am from the avocado tree outside my house, that never has avocados. From the crocodile seesaw that we broke as children.

I am from the mountain of bicycles my grandpa keeps in our backyard. From the grape plant that mysteriously grew in the back yard.

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I grew up on Cartoon Network and the game boy

My first language was English

I learned of the history I’m not a part of

I’m an American

My name belongs to 2 men

Their dreams from Chile y Nicaragua make up who I am

Each put their families before themselves, no matter the costs

From the pueblos de Antofagasta to the junglas de Nicaragua

They left for better lives to the “land of the free”

Both made a home in the land without rain, California

Rolando tried to forget the roots of Nicaragua

Juan lived each day remembering those he left behind en Chile

I’m an American

Nicaragua is a land I can’t remember or return to

Gallo pinto is the only memory I have left

The rest was left behind like my heritage

I’m an American

I am a Chileno, coasts to coasts, Spanish is there.

I speak the language de empanadas y palta

Cuecas can be heard por mi corazón

I’m an American

These 2 men are the conscious which binds my two worlds,

Chile is my home in the valleys of Richmond

Nicaragua is the land unknown to me in San Francisco

I am a 1st generation immigrant, we the few are going to thrive

I am the past present and future of my family and those to come

Yo soy Chileno, Nicaragüense,y un niño de la Américas

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I am from ukelele.

from nara.

and nike,

1 am from the sand and water

Tropical,

It tasted sweet

I am from the orchids.

the palm trees.

I'm from the Christmas gift giving

and thick skin.

from Elor.

and John

and Odette

I'm from the annoyance, but caring.

From never give up

Stand up for yourself

I'm from Catholicism.

and
Church on Sundays.

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I am from a house that always smells yummy when I get home
It feels cozy and welcoming
I am from the oregano, cilantro, lemon grass that my mom has in the front
the plants that she uses as ingredients to cook or make tea
I am from the eating together as a family and always supporting and caring for each other
from Cecilia, Mario, my siblings and my son
From "tienes que estudiar para ser alguien en la vida" and "siempre estaremos contigo"

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I am from the espresso the adults sip while conversing

From cigars and rum

I am from the sugar bowl of the world

from the palm tree in my great grandma's backyard and the salty and fresh smell coming from the beach across the street

from Francisco Velazquez and Mireya Aguilera

From a family with all types of skin colors

I’m from a small pueblo

From “are you white” and “where is your name from”

From arroz congri and paniqueques

From plantains and exotic fruits.

I am from the island that continues to fight for its freedom, Cuba

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I am from blue skies from green grass and children outdoors. I am from the city.
I am from the smell of my mom cooking
Sweet, spicy, and fresh
It felt like home
I am from the late night movies
The midnight drives

I am from the family dinners
And relaxing
From my parents , brothers and sisters