Hi, I need help writng this information about who I am and where I come from into a poem.... It's for my English class... Can you help me as soon as you are able??? Meanwhile I will be trying to write this information into a poem... Please Help me?? Please and Thank you... Here it is..

How shall I tell thee who I am...

I am the descendent of Tunisian immigrants,

who traveled to France, where I entered the world.

Named after my great-grandmother, Maira whom was a native of Northern Africa, a descendant of the Bedouins or BerBer people who lived and traded in this region, and have been living simply since the beginning of civilization. Traded to her husband, a Hebrew holy man, for 14 camels and some goats.

These Jews made it to France as refugees, once Tunisia was lost to the Muslim’s in the 60's. This side of my family lived as refugees in Paris, trying to gain some kind of dignity, as they struggle and succeed en peu e un peu.

I am also the great-granddaughter of Polish immigrants entering America through the portal of Ellis Island, making their way to LA. trying to find a new beginning in America. My Great Grandfather Bob fulfilled the American Dream becoming a pharmacist, buying property, and owning his own drug stores across the west side.

My great Grandmother Naomi, from whom I derive my middle name, made her home in the Americas for quite sometime, she traversed the states with her photo shooting dad along a bumpy trail of a covered wagon journey, which ended in a small town called LA, and from there my life begins as my great grandfather and great grandmother wed.

My great grandma Wilhelmina and her husband born from typical German immigrant families, that set up their heritage in the valley of central California for two generations, and succeeded and prospered with the family on the farm, and formed a booming soda fountain business.

As my grandma grew and grew out of the little town, she ventured off to UCLA, and the story narrows to my inception, there she meets a funny looking man, they marry and have 3 children, which one happened to be my mom.

Many left out parts, many people never known, brings me to my own life and my story begins and broadens to where my mom encountered my so called Dad. Deep in the jungle, rests a not well known pequena Mexican indigenous pueblo, my mom, 28 years old, hops off the boat to the sandy beach, the only transport to town, and is spotted by my father. They land in LA. marry and a year later.

Here I am flying to France in the belly of my mom's pants. Here I was born, on a river by the Seine, close by the Garden of Monet in Giverny.

I am the child of my mother but not the daughter of my father

I have lived my whole life with my mother

in a town called Cabo San Lucas

situated in Mexico.

Thus I'm a light skinned American,

yet I'm not...

My blood says I'm French mixed with Tunisian, and German mixed with Polish.

I have all the facts,

however, I still don't know who I am.…
Welcome to English Forums, MP3.

That is a wonderful heritage that you have-- it is fascinating! My initial advice is to not try to get all that information into the poem-- find a way of expressing your multicultural heritage as an overview of your combined roots.

When you have a first draft of your poem, post it here and we will take a look at it.
What do you think about this?? Sorry it's that good, but my English class isn't even learning how to write poetry... All of the sudden we're writing poetry...hah ..

Well, here it is....

Trying to find a new beginning

How can I tell you who I am? I am the descendent of Tunisian, German, Polish immigrants, Trying to make a new beginning where I entered the world outside Paris, France

Named after my great-grandmother, Maira whom was a native of Northern Africa, A descendant of the Bedouins or Berber tribe, Fleeing Tunis with the Muslim invasion, Trying to find a new beginning in France.

The great-granddaughter of Polish immigrants, Entering America through the portal of Ellis Island, Trying to find a new beginning in America.

My great Grandmother Naomi, from whom I derive my middle name, Whom traversed the states with her photo shooting dad, Along a bumpy trail in a covered wagon, Trying to find a new beginning in California.

My great Grandma Wilhelmina and her husband, Born from typical German immigrant families ,in the valley of central California, My grandma grew and grew out of the little town where she was born, Trying to find a new beginning in Los Angeles.

Again you ask how can you know who I am, I know many left out parts, many people never known, Comes down to my own life where my story begins, To where my mom encountered my so called Dad. Trying to make a new beginning in México.

I am the child of my mother, not the daughter of my father, My life has lived in a small town, called Cabo located in Baja California Sur, Learning to be a Mexican, a light skinned guera, no problem fitting in, Trying to make a new beginning in the schools of México .

I am an American, yet not; I know not where my allegiance lies My blood says Tunisian, German mixed with Polish, Born in France, and raised in México…. Trying to find a new beginning in the United States of America

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What do you think about this?? Sorry it's that good, but my English class isn't even learning how to write poetry... All of the sudden we're writing poetry...hah ..

Well, here it is....



Trying to find a new beginning

How can I tell you who I am?

I am the descendent of Tunisian, German, Polish immigrants,

Trying to make a new beginning where I entered the world outside Paris, France.

Named after my great-grandmother, Maira whom was a native of Northern Africa,

A descendant of the Bedouins or Berber tribe,

Fleeing Tunis with the Muslim invasion,

Trying to find a new beginning in France.

The great-granddaughter of Polish immigrants,

Entering America through the portal of Ellis Island,

Trying to find a new beginning in America.

My great Grandmother Naomi, from whom I derive my middle name,

Whom traversed the states with her photo shooting dad,

Along a bumpy trail in a covered wagon,

Trying to find a new beginning in California.

My great Grandma Wilhelmina and her husband,

Born from typical German immigrant families, in the valley of central California,

My grandma grew and grew out of the little town where she was born,

Trying to find a new beginning in Los Angeles.

Again you ask how can you know who I am,

I know many left out parts, many people never known,

Comes down to my own life where my story begins,

To where my mom encountered my so called Dad.

Trying to make a new beginning in México.

I am the child of my mother, not the daughter of my father,

My life has lived in a small town, called Cabo located in Baja California Sur,

Learning to be a Mexican, a light skinned guera, no problem fitting in,

Trying to make a new beginning in the schools of México.

I am an American, yet not; I know not where my allegiance lies,

My blood says Tunisian, German mixed with Polish,

Born in France, and raised in México…

Now, trying to make a new beginning in the United States of America.

Does that answer your question?…

Hello MC3

It's quite literal, as it stands. It sounds a little like the notes you might write in the Any Other Comments box of a official form. Why not try to find a succession of images to suggest the different cultures, rather than making an outright statement – images of food, for instance?

MrP
Poetry is prose cut short and sweet, MP3. As MrP says, it is now just prose. Start by taking out as much as you can, until you feel a rhythm coming; then carve it out like sculpture from a marble block.

How can I tell you who I am?
I am Tunisian, German, Polish.
I entered the world outside Paris, France,

A descendant of the Bedouins,Berbers
Fleeing Tunis with the Muslim invasion,
Trying to find a new beginning in France;

Polish immigrants,
Entering America through the Ellis portal,
Trying to find a new beginning in America,

Etc.
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Ok, thanks for helping, but I still don't get what you suggest, I'm sorry but I usually can write poetry, but I don't know I can't write under pressure I guess... I have written poems before, but not by a teacher telling me what to write... And I would love to write in in Shakespeare dialect, But my poem is due tomorrow.... I am freaking out please try to give your advice in a simpler form.... Ok you want me to cut it... But is it a little good, like is the rythym of "Trying to find a new beginning..." work out ????
Precisely. Your poem needn't rhyme, but a recurrent rhythm will get readers' feelings going.