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So, I had to write this poem in English.
And I'm supposed to draw something that goes with it.
Maybe like a symbolism thing or something.
Something easyy.
I just don't know whattt.
I am from outdoors,
Playing under the hot summer sun.
A game of hide and seek,
Or a game of tag.
Running up and down hills,
Exhausted, sweating, and trying to catch my breath.
I am from trouble makers,
My older cousins,
And following them everywhere.
From creeks and a well,
Splashing each other,
The laughter, the joy, the fun.
I'm from a whole 'nother country,
Tearful hugs of goodbyes,
And "Will I ever see them again?"
To looking around this new unknown place,
Wondering what's in store for me,
But relieved to be able to fit right in.
I'm from my mom and dad,
From family that argues a lot,
But care for each other.
From tears of sadness,
Looking back at all those times.
Almost giving up and letting go,
Finding new strength to carry on.
I am from those moments,
Memories I cannot re-live,
But will always be with me.
And I'm supposed to draw something that goes with it.
Maybe like a symbolism thing or something.
Something easyy.
I just don't know whattt.
I am from outdoors,
Playing under the hot summer sun.
A game of hide and seek,
Or a game of tag.
Running up and down hills,
Exhausted, sweating, and trying to catch my breath.
I am from trouble makers,
My older cousins,
And following them everywhere.
From creeks and a well,
Splashing each other,
The laughter, the joy, the fun.
I'm from a whole 'nother country,
Tearful hugs of goodbyes,
And "Will I ever see them again?"
To looking around this new unknown place,
Wondering what's in store for me,
But relieved to be able to fit right in.
I'm from my mom and dad,
From family that argues a lot,
But care for each other.
From tears of sadness,
Looking back at all those times.
Almost giving up and letting go,
Finding new strength to carry on.
I am from those moments,
Memories I cannot re-live,
But will always be with me.