I am from cameras and watching T.V.
I am from the old, small apartment
distant feeling home
I am from the flowers in the windowsill
The tree in the park
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own
I'm from loving parents and playing basketball
From Jerry and mom and dad
I'm from loving each other and going to the park
and from filming videos
I'm from be good and stay in school
and Twinkle Twinkle Lil Star
I'm from playing board games
I'm from Harlem and African American Culture
Chicken and waffles
From going to jail
being set free
old family videos
Kept on old film
The crazy life of Steve Harmon
and Finding out who he is
I think you did a good job of describing the life in the city and how you made him live a small apartment. I also liked how you talked about what he liked to do. You could add more detail on family stories.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. You have very good inferences relating to the monster. I think adding about him trying to find out who he is was good to add in.
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