“I am From” Poems

We took our “Think Tank” class to Peru, as well–a class in which we discuss current events, social justice issues, etc. This year’s theme is privilege, and it was quite an interesting topic to discuss amidst the dirt-floored houses and hole-in-the-ground toilets. Among the people with so few financial resources but such big smiles, we had to ask ourselves who of us was the more privileged.


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In one of our classes, we explored our own roots in this context, and below are a few of the resulting poems:

I am from Atlanta from which I had an interesting childhood.
I am from my Dad who has who has guided me through scouts.
I am from my Mom who has helped me and supported me on different things.
I am from my Stepmom who helped give me the opportunity to come here to Link and has supported me through my scout experience.
I am from Water Polo because being on the team had helped me come out of my shell.
I am from Scouts because of the skills that I have learned in camping and life skills.
I am from staffing National Youth Leadership Training (NYLT) because I became a better leader and became better at presenting.
I am from Link because I have grown out of my shell and started to communicate better.
I am from St. Louis and the things that I was able to do.
I am from Buena Vista because it has showed me that small towns are cool.
I am from Ford because of the options that are available for traveling.
I am from Costco because of what they sell and what I have learned about commercial business.
I am from my Sister because of what I have learned from her.



I am from baked brownies.

From not fully cooked and not the right recipe.

I am from the little town with a big heart.

Rivers, bikes, and bumping into people you know everywhere you go.

I am from bunched up wildflowers in the meadow that don’t seem to fit inn.

Form the wildflowers that are blunt at first sight, but you grow closer to them the more you spend time with them.

I’m from saying “bon’appite” before you eat and short legs.

From Untendorks and Peeterpants.

I’m from a full set of china and paper plates and forks.

From “stop eating the batter” and “go help grandpa feed the fish”

I’m from puzzling different religions; trying to find the right fit.

I am from Florida and known for being a ‘mutt’

Sweet tea and mint chocolate chip ice cream.

From people gazing at the starts looking for bigfoot.

From the raising of fish and growing plants with grandma and grandpa.

Pictures set up on a tall shelf of all the family members.

I am from wildflowers that were plucked too early.



I’m from cut grass

From doctor bronner’s and windex

I am from the stone door way

Welcoming, familier

I am from the big tree in the front yard

Where me and my friends could never stop playing

I’m from Thanksgiving at the cabin and never ending jokes

From “stop rollerblading in the house” and “where is your sister”

From the stories that my Aunt Kathy would tell Annika and me about living with the Hansons



I am from carpets,
From photo books and Facebook.
I am from the unique international furniture
(They all seem to smell weird)
I am from pines,
Who’s needles seem to get everywhere.
I am from Jeanette Livingston and Ruben Leal.
I am from “always smile” and “stop bothering your sister”.
I am from the morning lessons, the ones I’m too tired to understand.
I am from Virginia and from Mexico,
My moms burritos and tostadas
From the crazy evacuations that have shaped my life


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4 Responses to “I am From” Poems

  1. Kathy McElroy says:

    I love these poems! Key words here are “I am”, which puts them in a whole different context. Thank you!

  2. Beverly Krueger says:

    I love the undiscovered, unaware creative ability being nurtured by the Link community.

  3. for some reason these poems brought me to tears. There is such a willingness to speak about where you are “from,” allowing it to teach you, without having it define you. It is the tender path that we all walk as we find our way forward. They are beautiful, and tender, and strong — like each of you. Can’t wait to see you all soon. love, kate

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