Thanks for the comments! I never liked this poem, but for some reason all my teachers did and it won a contest.
Where Am I From?
From Beeath the cackling sun of wild green India
Where I dwelled for a year, a year of being hovered over
They were the bees-
And I was the honey.
From the freezing metropolis of Chicago
Where my mind only sees
The evils of my father
Sending us back to the wild green
From the violent streets of New York
Under the tyranny of the ludicruos landlady
Though the crust of my life there was crumbled-
The filling was the sweetest meringue
From days with folks I call "family"
Mom struggling to take care of us, the new Saudi-Stepdad, and two sisters:
One a hip ghetto wannabe
The other a scholar destined for success
From visits to our countless relatives
The stench of triglyceride-coated curries smoggin my brain
Being embarrased as Uncle goes out in his "munde"- "the bedsheet skirt,"
Ignoring mom's yells of the "proper Indian way"
From outside with friends
Andres, Danny, T&F, Richard, and Mark
Bike rides, walking the dog, all the good stuff
The slam of the ball as it meets whatever body part
Even though we packed our bags
And headed down south
I still am, and always will be,
A Yankee at heart
Can you guys tell me why they liked it? I hate it!