Where I’m from

I am poem 

Judy lam 6-2 

 

I am from… 

The connection line of business trades from a place where people eat plain rice and salty dumplings to where people munch on tasty hotdogs and juicy hamburgers. All these foods that make your stomach gurgle and taste buds scream. 

 

I am from… 

The life of realistic fiction and humor. From people’s life expressed on paper, so hard to understand, but so interesting to read, making me suck up to it like a human vacuum. It’s filled with teen conflicts and friendship fights with a few bits of humor& laughs. 

 

I am from… 

The whining sounds of begging for food which made me feel pity, with wagging tails during dinner time. The aroma of delicious desserts, making everyone’s mouth water like the loud and enormous waterfall. Along with chunky chocolate treats placed in the middle of the mouthwatering cake. 

 

I am from… 

The echoing sound in the hallways, the voice shouting “Is your homework done?” added with a loud grunt and rolling eyes afterward.  

 

I am from… 

The favorite game of knights& trades. Happened with wheat, bricks, sheep, and wood, full of cheers and grumping.  

 

I am from… 

A bedroom as messy as a pigpen, which belongs to a person who always taunted me, smacked me with sour insults, from the second I started to understand words.  

 

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