By Ava Chatalas
I Am From Poem
I am from melting fruit cups. From Swiffers to Hertzko’s. I am from the lavender wall paper, to calm, happy, yellow and blue flowers grow from the walls. I am from the world’s smallest beach, from sticks and bottles, never a smooth rock. I am from the swirled cones and unfortunate events, from the blue and green courts to the muddy grass. I am from a thousand-degree heat to a thousand below zero, from “Don’t touch that” and “Where are you going”. I’m from dreaded Sunday service to the greatest night of my life. I’m from cookie Friday to pasta Monday, from being myself to fitting in. I am from the never-ending laughter, wishing it’s eternity.
Ava Chatalas 