I am from the oak trees

by AK


I am from shady oak trees,where

one mans trash is another

ones treasure,and grandpas stinky feet


I am from heavenly fresh baked fish,

hungry man,falafel,and a empty dish.

The cafeteria lady glares an expression of

grief,smiles fakely and says,”chicken or beef.”

I am from almond eyes,black hair,

a gigantic dining table and a blue teddy bear.

A pointy diamond,antenna t.v. And spngebob

screaming on t.v.

if you ask me where im from, id know exactly

what to say. where cars never stop,girls gossip

all day.


I live where theres millions of smells,exotic,fresh,

stinky,expensive,burnt,and sweaty, moms cookies,

spoiled school milk,and grandmas spaghetti.

I know where im from and where im gonna be.

its the loud halls,squeaky chairs,and the shady oak trees.