Sasha Rashid
“Where I’m From…” Poem
I am from kitchen play sets,
From pencils and paintbrushes,
I am from a home hidden between green mountains,
And detailed, artistic decor,
I am from orange and pomegranate trees,
Whose branches reach into the sky and roots dig into the ground,
I am from coconut and black seed oil,
From Surraya and Zulfiqar,
I am from strong opinions and quick wit,
And from high expectations,
From brutal honesty within the family,
I am from Dada and Dadi,
From food that comes from all around the world,
From moving to Pakistan from India during the partition,
From living in France for 3 years,
Traveling for as long as I can remember,
I am from those moments, those people and those places that made me who I am.
“Where I’m From…” Poem
I am from kitchen play sets,
From pencils and paintbrushes,
I am from a home hidden between green mountains,
And detailed, artistic decor,
I am from orange and pomegranate trees,
Whose branches reach into the sky and roots dig into the ground,
I am from coconut and black seed oil,
From Surraya and Zulfiqar,
I am from strong opinions and quick wit,
And from high expectations,
From brutal honesty within the family,
I am from Dada and Dadi,
From food that comes from all around the world,
From moving to Pakistan from India during the partition,
From living in France for 3 years,
Traveling for as long as I can remember,
I am from those moments, those people and those places that made me who I am.