PLEASE I NEED HELP ON THIS A crate of peaches straight from the farm
has to be maintained,
or eaten in days.
Obvious, but in my family, they went so fast,
I never saw the mess that punishes delay.
I thought everyone bought fruit by the crate,
stored it in the coolest part of the house,
then devoured
it before any could rot.
I’m from the Peach State,
and to those
who ask But where are you from originally,
I’d like to reply to The homeland of the peach,
but I’m too nice, and they might not look it up.
In truth, the reason we bought so much
did have to do with being Chinese — at least
Chinese in that part of America, both strangers
and natives
on a lonely, beautiful street
where food came in stackable containers
and fussy bags, unless you bothered to drive
to the source, where the same money landed
a bushel
of fruit, a twenty-pound sack of rice.
You had to drive anyway, each house surrounded
by land enough to grow your own, if lawns
hadn’t been required. At home, I loved to stare
into the extra freezer, reviewing mountains
of foil-wrapped meats, cakes, juice concentrate,

PART A: Which statement identifies the main theme of the poem?
A. Being the child of immigrants can lead a person to feel confused about their
identity.
B. Food has the ability to bring people together, no matter what country they are
from.
C. It can feel isolating when someone asks where you’re originally from.
D. It is difficult for immigrants to feel accepted in a new country and a new
community.