Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
BY LINDA CHRISTENSEN
O
ver the years since this
lesson was first printed,
I have received poems
from teachers in classrooms
across the world, from elemen-
tary through graduate schools,
sharing with me the lives of
countless students from Sam
Leachs gap-tooth 3rd graders in
north Portland to Ron Baers stu-
dents who sling words like slam
poets in Los Angeles.
Astra Cherry, one of my dear
friends and colleagues from the
National Writing Project, taught
MEREDITH STERN
standing on ground she tilled before us, so about the worlds from which they come.
help students organize their poems by
I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch.
(Black, glistening
it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush,
the Dutch elm
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
Im made up of East Coast hip-hop and island Callin your momma to tell what you did
tradition. before you can get home and lie about it.
Im from Baptist hymns and secular jigs.
Tambourine playin, late night stayin Where Im from people ask my friend,
at the church house, or my friends house, or their Is that your hair? and she says, Yeah its mine.
friends house I bought it!
(on the weekends).
Im from divorce being passed down to children like
Where Im from there are corduroyed hand-me-downs a family heirloom.
and family keepsakes. Im from single mommas pushing strollers,
Family pictures on the wall. Open Bible on the coffee praying that their babies dont make the same
table. mistakes as them.
Im from that side of town. Im from a little goes a long way, from sun gonna
Where the media only comes for bloodshed. Blood shine after the rain.
wasted. Im from persevering souls and hardworking hands.
Never for blood restored, celebrated, or regenerated. From a people destined to make it to their
promised land.
Im from hopscotch and double Dutch. Im from been there, done that, can and will do it
Hide-n-go seek and Pac-Man. again.
Now you, tell mewhere you from?
Im from curry goat, rice and peas and beef patties.
From turquoise blue water, white sand, and
dreadlocks. .............................................
Reggae is in my blood.
Rene Watson (reneewatson.net) is an author, performer,
and educator. She teaches poetry at DreamYard in New
Grew up in the Pacific Northwest. A place where rain
York City.
falls
more than sun shines.
Im from Douglas firs and pine trees,
where we walk under waterfalls,
drive up windy roads to Mt. Hood,
and escape to the beaches on the Oregon coast.
I am from bobby pins, do-rags I am from sweaty pink tights encrusted in rosin
and wide-toothed combs. bobby pins
I am from tall grass, basketballs and Winnie-the-Pooh
slimy slugs in front of my home. and crystals.
I am from prayer plants that lift
their stems and rejoice every night. I am from awapuhi ginger
sweet fields of sugarcane
I am from chocolate cakes and deviled green bananas.
eggs that made afternoon snacks just right.
I am from older cousins and hand-me-downs I am from warm rain cascading over
to shut ups and sit downs. taro leaf umbrellas.
Crouching beneath the shield of kalo.
I am from Genesis to Exodus
Leviticus too. I am from poke, Brie cheese, mango,
Church to church, pew to pew. and raspberries,
from Marguritte
I am from a huge family tree, and Aunty Nani.
that begins with dust and ends with me.
I am from speak your mind
In the back of my mind there lies a dream its OK to cry
of good soul food and money trees. and would you like it if someone did that to you?
In this dream I see me on top makin
ham hocks, fried chicken I am from swimming with
and smothered pork chops. the full moon,
I am from family roots and blood Saturday at the Laundromat,
Oh, I forgot to mention love. and Easter crepes.