When I was driving through the mountains,

I eventually had to come out the other side

which meant I was going downhill.

I didn’t realize though that even after

driving through the flat cornfields of Ohio,

I would still feel like I’m going downhill

a whole week later.



This House is Just Like Me

The house I grew up

is slowly falling apart

just like me.


It’s used and broken.

No one will ever want it

just like me.

It’s an unattractive eyesore

to everyone sharing this town

just like me.

and it’s filled to the brim

with things it’s trying to hold in,

just like me.

No one comes to visit

and honestly, why would they?

This house is just like me.



I am From

This is a poem I had to write for one of my college courses. My professor gave me a 10/10 and said it had her laughing out loud. It got high reviews in other words. Enjoy. 


Welcome to the 440, the 216.

Parma, Ohio is where I get my kicks.

We’re just outside Cleveland, so we’re often overlooked,

But once you learn about my hometown, you’ll be hooked.

I’m American and white, as is much of our town,

But that changes a bit the closer you get to downtown.

We’re named after Italy, which I don’t understand *

Since our city colors are those of Poland.

We’re in the snow belt, so that can be a pain,

But go find your way down to our little Ukraine.

If that’s not your style, head over to CVNP.

Cuyahoga Valley is a park with lots to see.

In Parma Ohio, we don’t do much.

We don’t farm here now, but we make cars and such. *

I mean we have Stearns Homestead but that’s not the same.

It’s an overrated petting zoo. It’s pretty lame.

Bigger than Youngstown, we’re seventh largest in the state.

With 80.000 people Olive Garden always has a wait.




In 1816 the first settlers moved in.

The first building built was a tavern and an inn.

Just a clearing in the woods, people were focused on surviving.

By 1819, business was thriving.

In 1826 the settlers finally decided to choose a name.

There was Greenbrier and Briar hill, but Parma won the game.

Between 1840 and 1911, there isn’t much to say,

But in 1912, Parma Heights, 300 people, didn’t want to stay.

In 1924, we were just a humble village,

A place to house the Cleveland population spillage.

After World War two, Parma began to grow.

People continued to move here despite that awful snow.

1930 the population was a surprise.

Parma, Ohio had grown five times in size. **

The population was booming, which meant more schools.

We ended up with 25 and even 4 pools.

In 1998, my parents made the move.

They just had a baby, life needed to improve.

I was the baby, just thirteen months old

When we moved into the house with the sign that said sold.

I lived my life there until I came to Kent.

When we’re on breaks, that’s where my time is spent.

I visit my family, we’re a family of four,

We’re from Italy, England, Holland and more.



Since we’re so close to Cleveland, that’s where many citizens work.

Accidents and slow-moving traffic are another wonderful perk.

My father works in Berea, which is the city next to us.

If he wanted to, he could just take the bus.

My mother works in Solon, which is quite a drive.

She often isn’t home before the hour of five.

My mom schedules doctors and my dad works at a children’s home.

I work as a lifeguard while my brother just stays at home.

My parents pay the bills and put food on the table.

I save up my money so to go to school I am able.

I believe we’re a low-income household,

Barely above poverty is what I’m told.

We make do with what we have and have enough to get by.

We get help from our community and the things they can supply.

People work at the plant or work for our schools.

We have police officers who help enforce the rules.



During my summers, I work at a pool

In order to make money for school.

In 2012, a few years back.

A special guest put our whole town out of whack.

We got a visit from President Obama

Which elicited excitement from my momma.

He spoke in the park, with the pool where I work.

So secret services searched us and went berserk.

We were closed the day he came and spoke in the gazebo next door

And when he was done, there was a parade around four.

We lined up in the streets to watch him drive past

His long black limo went by fast.

When November came, so did his reelection.

My parents were proud of their voting selection.

At the time I was too young, but he was my choice.

When I turned eighteen, I made sure to use my voice.




Parma, Parma. Did someone say pierogis?

Once you have homemade ones you’ll never settle for hoagies.

In our town, there are lots of ma and pop shops.

If you come to visit, you’ll be making lots of stops.

In Parma and around there are many churches,

If you need something specific, check some google searches.

There’s plenty of places to go

Just between Ridge and Snow.

Personally, we’re Catholic. We go to Holy Family.

Our attendance isn’t often. In fact, it’s quite randomly.

Parma is a portion of Cuyahoga County

Which means on Mondays we can get into the zoo for free.

If you have a sense of humor, come find the Hot Dog Diner.

I’ve never seen such slogans inappropriate and finer.

We also have B.A. Sweetie’s, a giant candy store.

It has candy, ice cream, Butterbeer and so much more.

Parma can be kind of boring, but don’t let that get you down.

It’s just a short drive from Cleveland’s downtown.

Most of Parma speaks in English, but there is also variety.

There’s Ukrainian and Polish; we’re a mixed society.

Being close to Cleveland, sports quite a big deal.

Even though we suck, there’s a lot of pride we feel.

Personally, I like the Indians, but that’s about it.

See I don’t like basketball and the Browns play like shit.

We have a lot of concerts and musicians come around.

Home of Rock and Roll, It’s a part of our sound.

Then again, so is Polka, which I guess is kind of neat.

You’ll hear it blasting from the cars as you’re driving down the street.

Parma gets a bad rep when we end up in the news.

But when it comes to stories we don’t get to choose.

It’s weird to find bodies behind Toys R Us ***

And stabbings usually cause a fuss.

This reputation goes back to Big Chuck and Little John

Who made fun of us and the ornaments on our lawn.

This happened in the 60’ when flamingos went out of style,

But it will always be our thing and that will make me smile.

Where I’m From

I am from Parma,

Right next to Cleveland.

I’m from board games,

Like pretty princess and Candyland.


I am from a pink bedroom

In the only yellow house on the street.

I’m from a wooden swing set

That I hang from by my feet.


I am from outside adventures

And enjoying the periodic rainfall.

I’m from pumpkin trash bags

That I stuff with leaves in the fall


I am from using my stuffed animals

In my room to build a wall.

I’m from organizing Furbies

And cutting hair off my Barbie doll.


I am from bologna and mustard

And SpongeBob mac and cheese.

I’m from going to grandma’s house

And asking for blue blueberry muffins, please.


I am from Hubba Bubba

And that skittle flavored gum.

I’m from building snowmen

Until my hands go numb.


I am from Skip it and Bop-its,

and an endless supply of chalk.

I’m from dress up and costumes,

And practicing my model walk.


I am from being the oldest sibling

And at annoying my little brother.

I’m from accidentally hurting him

And hiding from my angry mother.


I am from using my imagination

And having fun with what I’ve got.

I’m from fearing the wooden spoon,

Knowing I’d probably get a swat.



I am from playing on trampolines,

Doing flips and playing popcorn.

I’m from silly jump rope games

and figuring out many babies will be born.


I am from going camping,

Eating s’mores and making crafts.

I’m from archery and horse riding,

And floating on the lake in rafts.


I am from sleepovers with pizza

At the apartment of my friend.

I’m from hiding from my mom,

When she comes so they never end.


I am from riding my purple bike

Up and down the driveway.

I’m from walking home from school

At the end of the school day.


I am from swim meets in the summer,

And playing cards between events.

I’m from eating the orange slices

During soccer games from the parents.


I am from licking the bowl,

cleaning it of brownie mix.

I’m from my mother’s distress

When I find all the Pixie Stix.


I am from a past

That is vivid and 3-D.

I’m from a childhood

That has made me, me.


*I wrote this poem for one of my college papers. I hope you enjoyed it ( And I hope I got an A) *