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