Where I’m From By Jahde Boisgirard I’m from the bonjour and the au revoir, From the place where my mom yells get up. I’m from the punching boards and saying ouch, From 5 months of constantly practicing the splits. I’m from the hard homework and sleeping in, From the hard work of standing up on a wakeboard, And chillin doing water sports on the weekend. I’m from getting hit in the head with a skim board, From the sadness that I have lost 5 dogs and 1 cat. I’m from losing a dog this summer, From the silliness of my friends. I’m from the clumsiness of my dad, From swaying trees. I’m from waves striking the sand, From the shortness of my mom. Memories stored in my cupboard , I’m from good and bad times looking over pictures with my family, saying that is where I’m from. |
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