This term in literacy class i had a topic that talk about the identity . in this class i have writing a poem call where i from , let enjoy:
Where I’m from
I am from a spoon from the kitchen and powerful. I am from the smell of the food spicy, crispy, delicious and warm. I am from the ground of a honey flower, Tease so tasty like MSG whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from supervision and wonderful family from mother that talkative but supervision plenty and father as a chef. I’m from cooking and loving and from a family with contentment.
I’m from a shiny world full of fairy tales about animal and mostly ghost or evil and song of the egret fly, finding foods. I’m from an old following traditional family.
I’m from a area that located surround the capital city and a baby of Cambodian with a smell of sugar.
I’m From dangerous injury to my dad when my sister was little. A secret present package was never shown on top my closet from caterpillar until a butterfly