Tuesday, October 28, 2014

I am from..

I am from a family,
That dislikes my music making me feel like a flower left-for-dead on a window cell.
I am from a household,
Where no other member is welcome.
I am from a place with a long list of rules,
Where rebellion is punishable like I'm some sort of criminal.
I am from inside four walls, 
That echo with the screams of my parents.
I am doomed to a lifetime,
Of breakfast for dinner.
Doomed with a "try-too-hard" fatherly figure,
Skipping over my dreams like rocks skipping over the water in a place from my childhood.
But on the other side...
I am from a family,
That loves equally.
I am from a household,
Where we all get along for the most part.
I am from a place with a long list of rules,
All meant to be broken together.
I am from inside four walls,
That echo with the laughter of people.
And I am rewarded with a lifetime spent with caring people.
Rewarded with a "try-to-hard" fatherly figure, 
On the other side.

11 comments:

  1. I love how you put "with a long list that is meant to be broken"

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  2. Alicia, I like how you reference your fatherly figure in two ways. One positive and one negative yet both revealing your personal feelings.

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  3. Deep meaning wow I loved it and nice rhythm

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  4. Rules are meant to be broken

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  5. I really like how your poem included two different views on the same topic, it made your poem really unique.

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  6. I enjoyed your poem and I thought that the other side concept was interesting.

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  7. I like how your poem changed tones.

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  8. I like the emotion you put onto your poem it was very good and interesting. Also I liked your emotional transition when you started the second stanza.

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  9. I like how the last part use like "on the other hand" it showed a lot of feeling.

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  10. I enjoyed your poem, it had a lot of meaning. I liked your first two sentences the most.

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  11. I really liked your poem. My favorite part was skipping over my dreams like rocks skipping over the water In a place from my childhood.

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