Where I Come From
By Curtesa Scott
Grade 4
I come from my mom’s belly.
Sometimes I come from school, my neighborhood on the East side.
Sometimes I come from the sky.
I come from green grass, from mysteries inside my head,
from my writing and a big candy store.
Sometimes I pop out of trees.
I come from my pretty brown eyes, fired chicken, airplanes
my best friends’ heads and all our stories.
Sometimes I come from my examples.
I come from my smiles, my face, from my poems.
I come from playing tag, the candy man and many many ideas.
Sometimes I come from cake.
I come from secrets, the alphabet, and school work
from cotton candy and music. I come from a lot of love.
Sometimes I come from storms.
I come from my crying, and good hotdogs. I come from math
from writing, from reading, and experiments.
Sometimes I come from spider webs.
I come from planets, from Pa Nhia’s head. I come from all
my teachers, from everything they’ve taught me.
Sometimes I come out and bloom.