Young Writers Camps 2006!: Walking the Wrong Way

Walking the Wrong Way

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I am from a small neighborhood
From BART stations, and a church
Wide streets and wandering cars.
I'm from flea markets with hot dogs
And looking out the window, just plain B-O-R-E-D.
I am from sunny Sundays
And the tiny post office
And mail boxes full of junk.

I'm from white, puffy rice,
and strawberries with ice cream.
I'm from "misssy"
And "Becky, I'm bored."
I am from walking the wrong way,
But making it to where I want to go.

I am from laughing at yearbooks
And popcorn fights.
I am from Berkeley, California
And shopping malls.
I am from sushi boats.
I'm from College Ave.
And Shattuck Ave.
I am from rose bushes
And apple trees.

I am from dreams
And photos.
I'm from music, Miss Murder
On my iPod.
I am from hair ties,
I am from memories,
Dreams,
And, years to come.

Rebecca
Grade 7
Albany

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