Where we come from, Who we belong to, and What makes us unique

As Swift 2nd graders continued with remote learning, we talked about diversity – meaning variety and difference – and the many places we find it: in plants, trees, and flowers; in the animal kingdom and in people; in music, in restaurants, languages, and even in our own families! We read Janet S. Wong’s poem “Face It,” in which she writes of how her nose and eyes can be attributed to Chinese and French parts of her family, yet her “loud talking mouth” is hers, alone. We talked about places where our families are from, as well as ways that we are similar and different from our family members, before writing “Who I Belong to” poems.

Ms. Popovic 2nd Grade

My Family's Faces Marc A.

My mom’s face is wide like my eyes.
My dad has the same nose shape.
My mom is from Africa.
My dad is from Africa.
My brother and I look like twins.
My baby sister is from the United States.
My baby sister almost looks like me.
My big sister doesn’t look the same as me.
Also, she is from Africa.

My family Aradhya P.

My family is from places like
Banapa, Nepal and Kathmandu.
My marble eyes are from
My family’s greatest
Gardens. My cherry lips are
From my family’s flowers.
My skin is from my
Family’s friends.
My nose is from my
Dad’s. My hands are from my
Family’s blood type. My feet
Are from me.

My body Sanvi D.

My skin belongs to Odisha-
Short, and peach as my dad’s skin.

My hair belongs to South Africa-
Silky, straight like my mom’s hair.

My nose belongs to Europe –
Round, soft of my cousin sister.
When I sleep I look like my mom’s little sister.
And I am the only one who knows many stories.

Where I come from Kashiv C.

My skills are from Nepal.
My hair is from Palpa.
My voice is from Butwal.
My arms, legs, and glasses are from Chicago, Illinois.

My family Bryan F.

I belong to my mom and family
I was born in Mexico in the hospital

I am funny and nice

I am playful and I love to play games with my friends.
My dad is funny like a tv show
My sister is mean

Who I Belong To Genesis O.

My skin is like my dad’s.
Me and my cousin are the only ones who like to paint.
Me and my dad have a black dot on our feet.
Me and my sister and brother are alike because we like the snow.