09. Christopher D.'s Heritage Poem

My Heritage
Christopher D.

You can call me Armenian
As my family is so
In Venezuela and Turkey
My parents were born.
We share the same language,
We celebrate the same holiday
We believe in the same God,
We even eat the same kabob.

My dad was born in Istanbul, Turkey,
His language has been passed on for centuries
He trained in the Turkish army,
Five years later he came to this country.

My mom was born in Caracas, Venezuela
And twenty years later, like a bird, she flew to America.
She had a little brother
That died from cancer,
Like him there was no other.

A soup is being made
With different cultures
Turkish and Venezuelan
Armenian and American
The pot is boiling
With different flavors
Spices we are adding
Brings to the house a big variation