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25 thoughts on “Prior Weston”
I am from Coram fields, Mcdonalds, KFC
and pret
I am from moving house
I am from do your work and the song Stay
I am from playstation and comfy black sofas
I am from hot chocolate and butter drowned toast
I am from red and white tops
And adidas runners.
Hope is the magic of the soul ,
That lasts forever never giving up ,
And it gets stronger with no returns ,
And fills your heart with glee ,
Hope is the shimmer of the staff ,
Buzzing with power and strength,
It is the pure light that brings the ,
greatness of the power into the world,
I’ve heard it in the worst times,
And on the powerless days,
yet even when your tears drop down ,
It’s never leaving power,
Always sparkles in your heart.
I am from piles of wonderful textbooks on overflowing shelves
From apple TVs and nintendo switches
I am from the scent of blooming wildflowers and mouth watering margarita pizzas
From wonderfully singing birch trees and rapidly buzzing bees
I am from immaculately folded paper
Made with precision,detail and complex math
From huge holiday houses and graceful ocean cruises
I am from long,delicious pasta and foot long subway sandwiches
With ham,cheese,lettuce and still warm hash browns
From icy winter nights and warm Sunday mornings
I am from from the passing of great-grandma
Back when I was 5
I am from the beautiful sound of silence
These are the moments in my life that I have had to live through,the good and the bad
But the now is the now and I must except it.
As my heart beats,
The beautiful clouds catch my eye,
And I watch them go by,
The cold winter nights,
To warm summer mornings,
That I share with,
My caring, younger brother,
And my warm-hearted parents,
The unforgettable memories,
As well as,
The delicious curry warming my mouth every week,
The huge family get togethers,
With humor and laughter,
My participation in climate change,
And staying calm,
I will love and be loved,
Never give up,
And will always stay strong,
I don’t need to be perfect,
Because being me,
Makes me.
I am from face masks and hand sanitizer
From baking delicious food
I am from sarcasm and fun times
I am from urban landscapes
From busy streets and funny weather
And sky high flats
I am from pasta
And from celebrating birthdays with each other
I’m from be more lady-like
And ‘leave me alone!’
I am from small kitchen’s but a big family
I am from celebrating together
From spending time with family
Im from bruises on my knees and cuts on my elbow
I am from those moments that i will never ever forget
I am from electric cars
From my missed grandmother and great grandfather
I am from laughter and friendliness
Crystals and geodes,
Given to us by science and Mother Nature
I am from Big Ben and the Shard
Sandwiches and fruit salads
I am from meeting my foreign grandfather
I’m from ‘STOP READING – IT’S MIDNIGHT!’
And ‘Don’t give up – keep trying.’
I am from music and teachers
My missed family members, now gone.
From NEVER say can’t
Until you try.
Where i’m from
I am from fiddling with blue tack under the table
From football on Sundays
I’m from two bedrooms in my house
The five of us shared
I am from delicious fish and chip fridays
The lingering of sour vinegar
To nike tracksuits and white air forces
From cash and phones
From business owners
From “nothings impossible”
This is where I’m from.
I am from 4 tesla wheels running on electricity
From my crimson and marine blue bike
and a matching nintendo switch
From playing football and basketball with my friends
I am from my small cheeky kitten crawling over me at night
I am from a dirty,grey urban landscape
I’m from my birth place,UCL hospital in london
I am from exhilarating go karts on a wednesday
From delicious homemade lasagna
I am from ‘have you done your homework?’ to
‘Go clean your room!’
And “can you get me something from waitrose?”
From writing a recipe poem
Riding my strong,sturdy bike and
“Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken”
I am from baking scrumptious jam cakes,
From canvase`s and painting Anime
I am from being artistic as well as sining proudley,
I am from the swishing blue bells in the field,
I am from drawing Anime happily and quietly,
I am from a savory steak with chocolate brownie`s,
I’m from a grassy field were nowone goes,
From the quiet swaying blue sea during the summer,
From having lots of childhood memories in Devon,
I from electric cars
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
I’m from Dominica it is a wonderful place,
I am from jobs to do at home
vacuuming sponge cake and apple Juice
I am from Ben passing away to gran dying
I’m from pushing my limit
And now am going further
I am from gaming with my brother I
don’t play outside that much
I am worth something.
I am from lightning blue,electric cars
From mums beige curtains and a clean tidy house
I am from riding on crimson and blue bikes to playing football on astroturf
From fingerlicking delicious bbq chicken
And weekends with mums delicious star biscuits
To a mostly spanish speaking family
I am from “Do your homework!”
To rainy dull days
From smells of perfume to countless memories
I’m from trendy nike tracksuits to stylish nike shoes
To neat clothes stores and big,bustling shops
From brown 4 storey buildings
I,m from playing monopoly with my family
And my fluffy black and white cat
I from electric cars
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
I’m from Dominica it is a wonderful place,
I am from jobs to do at home
vacuuming sponge cake and apple Juice
I am from Ben passing away to gran dying
I’m from pushing my limit
And now am going further
I am from gaming with my brother I
don’t play outside that much
I am worth something.
I am from lightning blue,electric cars
From mums beige curtains and a clean tidy house
I am from riding on crimson and blue bikes to playing football on astroturf
From fingerlicking delicious bbq chicken
And weekends with mums delicious star biscuits
To a mostly spanish speaking family
I am from “Do your homework!”
To rainy dull days
From smells of perfume to countless memories
I’m from trendy nike tracksuits to stylish nike shoes
To neat clothes stores and big,bustling shops
From brown 4 storey buildings
I,m from playing monopoly with my family
And my fluffy black and white cat
I am from loud music
and odd socks
I am from the sound of the midnight black crow
Who wakes me up each morning
and the trusty,stable tree it lives on.
From paint stained jeans,
Worn and ripped from adventures.
I am from a warm 3 room flat
That lights up like a fire at night.
I am from the fresh smell of a forest after a story
The countless arguments between me and my sister.
I am from happy memories
And the smell of new books.
The taste of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.
From countless shopping trips
and shiny black cabs to get home.
From the pain of when my grandad
Went on a walk with cancer and never came back.
I am from face masks and hand sanitizer
and “have you done your homework yet?”
And “Don’t give up!”
From sleepless nights
To after school naps.
I am from leaving
And never coming back.
From enemies
Who did not break me
But unknowingly,
Shaped me
I’m from range rovers
From playingthe electronic playstation
With my friends
To speaking to my family in western african
In the one kitchen we wouldn’t bother to close
I feel that everyone gets treated equally
To beloving pizza from Playing my hobby football
And liking shoes which are air maxes
To sharing memories with you
And the depressing moments I have had
From the first time I opened my eyes ,
Looking up to find love and laughter
To the hugs and kisses I’ve received
Surrounding me with safety and care
The warmth shining through me
From my bow expanding into a melodic tune
My eyes following the notes and tempo
To my fingers bouncing and leaping across the ebony black
and white ivory keys
My ears opening to the new pieces and composers
To every stroke I take
Playing between resistance and fluidity
From not always been the nicest
To learning from my mistakes
From a far multicultural land
That grows different languages
To freshly baked golden baguettes
In front of the majestic towering
Eiffel Tower
I am from face masks and hand sanitizer
From baking delicious food
I am from sarcasm and fun times
I am from urban landscapes
From busy streets and funny weather
And sky high flats
I am from pasta
And from celebrating birthdays with each other
I’m from be more lady-like
And ‘leave me alone!’
I am from small kitchen’s but a big family
I am from celebrating together
From spending time with family
Im from bruises on my knees and cuts on my elbow
I am from those moments that i will never ever forget
I am from the smell of fresh flowers blooming in the summer
I am from baking scrumptious jam cakes,
From canvases and painting Anime
I am from being artistic as well as sining proudley,
I am from the swishing blue bells in the field,
I am from drawing Anime happily and quietly,
I am from a savory steak with chocolate brownies,
I’m from a grassy field were no one goes,
From the quiet, swaying ,blue sea during the summer,
From having lots of childhood memories in Devon,
I am from mum’s silent unspoken love
Her speaking hands
Her moving muted lips
As they talk to my eager eyes
I am from BSL
signs that communicate
Without the tongue
I am from music that
Nature makes
And from a jetski and Parkour
I am from sadness and happiness
I’m half from the boiling heat of South Africa
My other half is from rainy days near the Thames
I am from using my hands to talk,
To caring for my chameleon
And painting my love of exotic animals on canvases
I am from sounds my brother cannot hear
From making pizza swimming with kalamtas
Vines stuffed with red rice
From memories of many memorable pets passing away
Some people call me animal boy but some people call
Zoo kid.
But I am just me
My world is both silent and spoken
This is my life
I am from entertaining swimming pools
From dull, grey curtains moaning to be decorated
And messy artwork
I’m from the majestic oak in the field
And sunny summer days
I am from delectable noodles and rice
And satisfying fruit cake
And the smell of woolly jumpers
Soft snow falling gracefully
And tricky challenges
I am from my comfortable bedroom
And the aroma of flavourful chinese food
I’m from ‘did you finish your homework’
And ‘it’s bedtime’ from strict parents
I am from the diary I’m still trying to finish today.
The bright and attractive screens, Persuading my eyes carry on,
And from speaking Bengali all day,
I am from the comfortable living room we are always in,
And hours of the noisy tv,
I am from the taste of mouth-watering, cheesy mash potatoes,
And hot curry,
From messy baking with family,
And from too many pens running out everyday,
I am from red double decker buses,
I am from the feeling of soft snow,
And a cold winter breeze,
From going to bed late at night,
I am from cycling in any weather for hours,
I am from going grandma’s house most Sundays,
From being annoyed by my brother,
And from ‘leave me,
A
L
O
N
E
!
My life
I am from the rich, deep sound of echoing melodies,
And the huge, sloped window at the front of the house,
I’m from the smell of chillies,
And from the sharp tomato enchantments of chillie con carne,
I am from sweet, sticky feeling on my tongue of fajita Friday,
In front of the TV,
From diverse cultures and the middle of busy London,
I am from designers of are beautiful world,
And animals of are polluting world,
I am from light teasing and rough playing,
From polite manners and stylish looks,
But most of all,
I am from love.
Hope is like a chocolate brown cello,
Echoing in your soul,
When times become the toughest,
It plays it’s rich smooth melody,
Hope has a bow that licks it’s long vibrating strings,
And it’s sound spreads across your mind to another heart,
Shear your tune from your cellos shining surface,
Even in your darkest days,
Even when your body’s breaking,
Your cello will play you back to calm,
It’s music flourishes throughout your soul,
The major melody,
Always there,
Playing endlessly,
Your cello never tiers,
It never rests inside your soul,
One sweep of your cellos bow,
Can rise you from your deepest hole.
people can take mt things
people can take my love
but..
one thing they cant take from me
is my identity
because my identity is not just i am
cairo johnson
NO!
for my identity is the brown eyes and black skin
my identity is my book i read on a sunday night
for mt identity is myfriends and family
for i am cairo johnson
but im more
than that
i am my sister brother aunt uncel
i am my mother farther granma
because it takes more than one person
to make a memory
and that proves..
i am cairo johnson
Where I’m from…
I am from the trees you fall out of,
the roads you graze your knees on
and the beaches you ride bare foot on.
From the hot summer days of smugglers bay,
to swimming in the deep blue oceans.
I am from the slumber parties no one sleeps at,
to the candy wars with friends.
From Winnie the Pooh to Nancy Drew.
And bouncing in my bed.
I am from the salt water that stings your cuts
down to the branches and leaves that get stuck in your hair.
From horseflies that swarm all around,
I am from falling into blackberry bushes
to cannon balling into the seven seas
I am from Coram fields, Mcdonalds, KFC
and pret
I am from moving house
I am from do your work and the song Stay
I am from playstation and comfy black sofas
I am from hot chocolate and butter drowned toast
I am from red and white tops
And adidas runners.
Hope is the magic of the soul ,
That lasts forever never giving up ,
And it gets stronger with no returns ,
And fills your heart with glee ,
Hope is the shimmer of the staff ,
Buzzing with power and strength,
It is the pure light that brings the ,
greatness of the power into the world,
I’ve heard it in the worst times,
And on the powerless days,
yet even when your tears drop down ,
It’s never leaving power,
Always sparkles in your heart.
WHERE I’M FROM
I am from piles of wonderful textbooks on overflowing shelves
From apple TVs and nintendo switches
I am from the scent of blooming wildflowers and mouth watering margarita pizzas
From wonderfully singing birch trees and rapidly buzzing bees
I am from immaculately folded paper
Made with precision,detail and complex math
From huge holiday houses and graceful ocean cruises
I am from long,delicious pasta and foot long subway sandwiches
With ham,cheese,lettuce and still warm hash browns
From icy winter nights and warm Sunday mornings
I am from from the passing of great-grandma
Back when I was 5
I am from the beautiful sound of silence
These are the moments in my life that I have had to live through,the good and the bad
But the now is the now and I must except it.
Joseph Smith
Identity
As my heart beats,
The beautiful clouds catch my eye,
And I watch them go by,
The cold winter nights,
To warm summer mornings,
That I share with,
My caring, younger brother,
And my warm-hearted parents,
The unforgettable memories,
As well as,
The delicious curry warming my mouth every week,
The huge family get togethers,
With humor and laughter,
My participation in climate change,
And staying calm,
I will love and be loved,
Never give up,
And will always stay strong,
I don’t need to be perfect,
Because being me,
Makes me.
I am from face masks and hand sanitizer
From baking delicious food
I am from sarcasm and fun times
I am from urban landscapes
From busy streets and funny weather
And sky high flats
I am from pasta
And from celebrating birthdays with each other
I’m from be more lady-like
And ‘leave me alone!’
I am from small kitchen’s but a big family
I am from celebrating together
From spending time with family
Im from bruises on my knees and cuts on my elbow
I am from those moments that i will never ever forget
Where I’m From
I am from electric cars
From my missed grandmother and great grandfather
I am from laughter and friendliness
Crystals and geodes,
Given to us by science and Mother Nature
I am from Big Ben and the Shard
Sandwiches and fruit salads
I am from meeting my foreign grandfather
I’m from ‘STOP READING – IT’S MIDNIGHT!’
And ‘Don’t give up – keep trying.’
I am from music and teachers
My missed family members, now gone.
From NEVER say can’t
Until you try.
Where i’m from
I am from fiddling with blue tack under the table
From football on Sundays
I’m from two bedrooms in my house
The five of us shared
I am from delicious fish and chip fridays
The lingering of sour vinegar
To nike tracksuits and white air forces
From cash and phones
From business owners
From “nothings impossible”
This is where I’m from.
Where I am from
I am from 4 tesla wheels running on electricity
From my crimson and marine blue bike
and a matching nintendo switch
From playing football and basketball with my friends
I am from my small cheeky kitten crawling over me at night
I am from a dirty,grey urban landscape
I’m from my birth place,UCL hospital in london
I am from exhilarating go karts on a wednesday
From delicious homemade lasagna
I am from ‘have you done your homework?’ to
‘Go clean your room!’
And “can you get me something from waitrose?”
From writing a recipe poem
Riding my strong,sturdy bike and
“Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken”
Jaber
I am from baking scrumptious jam cakes,
From canvase`s and painting Anime
I am from being artistic as well as sining proudley,
I am from the swishing blue bells in the field,
I am from drawing Anime happily and quietly,
I am from a savory steak with chocolate brownie`s,
I’m from a grassy field were nowone goes,
From the quiet swaying blue sea during the summer,
From having lots of childhood memories in Devon,
I from electric cars
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
I’m from Dominica it is a wonderful place,
I am from jobs to do at home
vacuuming sponge cake and apple Juice
I am from Ben passing away to gran dying
I’m from pushing my limit
And now am going further
I am from gaming with my brother I
don’t play outside that much
I am worth something.
From Jean-Pierre
Where I,m from
I am from lightning blue,electric cars
From mums beige curtains and a clean tidy house
I am from riding on crimson and blue bikes to playing football on astroturf
From fingerlicking delicious bbq chicken
And weekends with mums delicious star biscuits
To a mostly spanish speaking family
I am from “Do your homework!”
To rainy dull days
From smells of perfume to countless memories
I’m from trendy nike tracksuits to stylish nike shoes
To neat clothes stores and big,bustling shops
From brown 4 storey buildings
I,m from playing monopoly with my family
And my fluffy black and white cat
Dion
I from electric cars
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
From playing and gaming
I am from sadness and happiness
I’m from Dominica it is a wonderful place,
I am from jobs to do at home
vacuuming sponge cake and apple Juice
I am from Ben passing away to gran dying
I’m from pushing my limit
And now am going further
I am from gaming with my brother I
don’t play outside that much
I am worth something.
Where I,m from
I am from lightning blue,electric cars
From mums beige curtains and a clean tidy house
I am from riding on crimson and blue bikes to playing football on astroturf
From fingerlicking delicious bbq chicken
And weekends with mums delicious star biscuits
To a mostly spanish speaking family
I am from “Do your homework!”
To rainy dull days
From smells of perfume to countless memories
I’m from trendy nike tracksuits to stylish nike shoes
To neat clothes stores and big,bustling shops
From brown 4 storey buildings
I,m from playing monopoly with my family
And my fluffy black and white cat
Where I’m from
I am from loud music
and odd socks
I am from the sound of the midnight black crow
Who wakes me up each morning
and the trusty,stable tree it lives on.
From paint stained jeans,
Worn and ripped from adventures.
I am from a warm 3 room flat
That lights up like a fire at night.
I am from the fresh smell of a forest after a story
The countless arguments between me and my sister.
I am from happy memories
And the smell of new books.
The taste of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.
From countless shopping trips
and shiny black cabs to get home.
From the pain of when my grandad
Went on a walk with cancer and never came back.
I am from face masks and hand sanitizer
and “have you done your homework yet?”
And “Don’t give up!”
From sleepless nights
To after school naps.
I am from leaving
And never coming back.
From enemies
Who did not break me
But unknowingly,
Shaped me
Who I am
I’m from range rovers
From playingthe electronic playstation
With my friends
To speaking to my family in western african
In the one kitchen we wouldn’t bother to close
I feel that everyone gets treated equally
To beloving pizza from Playing my hobby football
And liking shoes which are air maxes
To sharing memories with you
And the depressing moments I have had
This is where I’m from
From the first time I opened my eyes ,
Looking up to find love and laughter
To the hugs and kisses I’ve received
Surrounding me with safety and care
The warmth shining through me
From my bow expanding into a melodic tune
My eyes following the notes and tempo
To my fingers bouncing and leaping across the ebony black
and white ivory keys
My ears opening to the new pieces and composers
To every stroke I take
Playing between resistance and fluidity
From not always been the nicest
To learning from my mistakes
From a far multicultural land
That grows different languages
To freshly baked golden baguettes
In front of the majestic towering
Eiffel Tower
Lara
I am from face masks and hand sanitizer
From baking delicious food
I am from sarcasm and fun times
I am from urban landscapes
From busy streets and funny weather
And sky high flats
I am from pasta
And from celebrating birthdays with each other
I’m from be more lady-like
And ‘leave me alone!’
I am from small kitchen’s but a big family
I am from celebrating together
From spending time with family
Im from bruises on my knees and cuts on my elbow
I am from those moments that i will never ever forget
I am from the smell of fresh flowers blooming in the summer
Where I’m From
I am from baking scrumptious jam cakes,
From canvases and painting Anime
I am from being artistic as well as sining proudley,
I am from the swishing blue bells in the field,
I am from drawing Anime happily and quietly,
I am from a savory steak with chocolate brownies,
I’m from a grassy field were no one goes,
From the quiet, swaying ,blue sea during the summer,
From having lots of childhood memories in Devon,
I’m from the unspoken world
I am from mum’s silent unspoken love
Her speaking hands
Her moving muted lips
As they talk to my eager eyes
I am from BSL
signs that communicate
Without the tongue
I am from music that
Nature makes
And from a jetski and Parkour
I am from sadness and happiness
I’m half from the boiling heat of South Africa
My other half is from rainy days near the Thames
I am from using my hands to talk,
To caring for my chameleon
And painting my love of exotic animals on canvases
I am from sounds my brother cannot hear
From making pizza swimming with kalamtas
Vines stuffed with red rice
From memories of many memorable pets passing away
Some people call me animal boy but some people call
Zoo kid.
But I am just me
My world is both silent and spoken
This is my life
From zac
Where I’m from
I am from entertaining swimming pools
From dull, grey curtains moaning to be decorated
And messy artwork
I’m from the majestic oak in the field
And sunny summer days
I am from delectable noodles and rice
And satisfying fruit cake
And the smell of woolly jumpers
Soft snow falling gracefully
And tricky challenges
I am from my comfortable bedroom
And the aroma of flavourful chinese food
I’m from ‘did you finish your homework’
And ‘it’s bedtime’ from strict parents
I am from the diary I’m still trying to finish today.
My life
The bright and attractive screens, Persuading my eyes carry on,
And from speaking Bengali all day,
I am from the comfortable living room we are always in,
And hours of the noisy tv,
I am from the taste of mouth-watering, cheesy mash potatoes,
And hot curry,
From messy baking with family,
And from too many pens running out everyday,
I am from red double decker buses,
I am from the feeling of soft snow,
And a cold winter breeze,
From going to bed late at night,
I am from cycling in any weather for hours,
I am from going grandma’s house most Sundays,
From being annoyed by my brother,
And from ‘leave me,
A
L
O
N
E
!
My life
I am from the rich, deep sound of echoing melodies,
And the huge, sloped window at the front of the house,
I’m from the smell of chillies,
And from the sharp tomato enchantments of chillie con carne,
I am from sweet, sticky feeling on my tongue of fajita Friday,
In front of the TV,
From diverse cultures and the middle of busy London,
I am from designers of are beautiful world,
And animals of are polluting world,
I am from light teasing and rough playing,
From polite manners and stylish looks,
But most of all,
I am from love.
Hope is The Sound Of My Cello
Hope is like a chocolate brown cello,
Echoing in your soul,
When times become the toughest,
It plays it’s rich smooth melody,
Hope has a bow that licks it’s long vibrating strings,
And it’s sound spreads across your mind to another heart,
Shear your tune from your cellos shining surface,
Even in your darkest days,
Even when your body’s breaking,
Your cello will play you back to calm,
It’s music flourishes throughout your soul,
The major melody,
Always there,
Playing endlessly,
Your cello never tiers,
It never rests inside your soul,
One sweep of your cellos bow,
Can rise you from your deepest hole.
Yves Vann
my identity by cairo
people can take my love
people can take mt things
people can take my love
but..
one thing they cant take from me
is my identity
because my identity is not just i am
cairo johnson
NO!
for my identity is the brown eyes and black skin
my identity is my book i read on a sunday night
for mt identity is myfriends and family
for i am cairo johnson
but im more
than that
i am my sister brother aunt uncel
i am my mother farther granma
because it takes more than one person
to make a memory
and that proves..
i am cairo johnson
Where I’m from…
I am from the trees you fall out of,
the roads you graze your knees on
and the beaches you ride bare foot on.
From the hot summer days of smugglers bay,
to swimming in the deep blue oceans.
I am from the slumber parties no one sleeps at,
to the candy wars with friends.
From Winnie the Pooh to Nancy Drew.
And bouncing in my bed.
I am from the salt water that stings your cuts
down to the branches and leaves that get stuck in your hair.
From horseflies that swarm all around,
I am from falling into blackberry bushes
to cannon balling into the seven seas
I am from “who can be uncheered with a balloon.”