Where I'm From

Vanita SharmaNovember 21, 2016The PsychePoetry

I am from brown-coated tennis shoes,

From sweat-filled Federer caps.

I am from hot, spicy traditional food,

From fried eggs and Friday night Pizza.

I am from jogging to bustops,

From tardiness every few days.

I am from the aroma of fresh baked cookies,

That I can smell everyday.

I am from the fresh Hackensack river,

From the brown townhouses of my neighborhood.

I am from Harbor Key,

From the class clowns,

And the teacher’s pets.

I am from my dad,

And my mom who survived cancer.

I am from the headphone shaped scar,

The bike adventures on the bridges.

From the baby blue shade covering every spot of my room,

The drawers, the walls, the bed, the books.

This is the funnel of my life,

The moments that I remember,

the sliver of the world that means everything.

When she created this piece, Vanita Sharma was a sophomore at Ridgewood High School in New Jersey. She enjoys playing tennis, reading, taking pictures, learning about astronomy, and Latin. She loves creative writing and writing short stories in her free time.