i did a poem in my reading class so here it is:
A Kim Tree...
I am from dust and ant piles in my backyard growing to the
clouds.
From nights with a bright light from the sky hitting the brown figures that sway with the wind.
I am from skeptical things to big things.
Picking up leaves in shades of brown and yellow to red and
orange.
I am from Kyou Ho Kim and Yu- Kyeung Kim,
And from cuddling my bear till it turn to stitches.
A baby life filled with "µÕµð"or "pig".
I am from camping with Christ.
I am from 10100 Westpark Dr. with a ten almost falling off and dirty windows cleaned with Clorox.
Apartments filled with creepy insects that are big, small, black, brown, fat, and skinny.
I am from "Mommy this one is brown and this one is black. Aren't cockroaches interesting?"
To "Mommy there's a cockroach on my arm!" filled with horror and fear.
I am from those painful moments when I was just watching as the wooden stick, struck my hands.
The horrifying moments when I am filled with shock of not being able to speak or understand this unknown language.
From a class filled with people who can't speak English.
The sweet scent in the air as I walked in unsuspectingly of the things that were happening.
I am from a whole past of a Kim line.
I am a twig from a huge tree just waiting to snap off, to go to another tree.
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ya'll better b nice 2 her she's been real nice to ur bf me. n e way im more nice ova here so yea. i noe u can't believe it but its true. im also happy. yea alot has changed bout me. but i m getting a bad grade in math the only subject i was good at till now. n e way imma change my layout so that it fits the season of winter well it already does but yea gonna change n e way.
