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Where I’m From

Where am from our summers are colder than winters, and young black boys believe they’re going heaven when they don’t repent and still remain sinners
And young ghetto boys have dreams of expensive cars and liquor with strippers with no knickers, debating whose hoe’s thighs are thicker
And from the age of 8 boys been interested in figures, but haunted by the fact mum is all alone and can’t always provide dinner

Where am from
There are no doctors or politicians so there is barely a voice of reason
Beggars asking for change, no one gives him, but he’s still pleading, no one stops to think about the circumstances or reasons
Or the fact that could be me if circumstances change and I loose reasoning because people change quick like the seasons-in
A year, where am from

School didn’t teach us life lessons it was the streets because no teacher can tell you what to do when your boy gets shanked and you automatically have beef
Or when you’re confronted in the party by the local army because your not from that post code
Or when your kicking ball in the park and its getting kinda dark and the older boys ask for your phone
Or when your 18 and pregnant and your world turning crazy because you’re no longer a girl you turning into a lady, but the man that you love is calling you hoe because he refuses to believe that’s his baby
Or when you come home to a darkened room open the fridge but there isn’t any light or food and look out the window and see the local crew wearing expensive clothes and selling local food and you turn back to face a room that’s darker than your mood

And when you’re trying to change, but they call you out because they love your name and whatever madness your boys do you get the blame
They don’t get the picture
But they still put you in the frame
Where am from
No teacher can teach me the lessons I need for
Where am from
But I can’t leave, not that I don’t want to fly away because how we living is a joke
We came from kings and queens, but we lost our history as well as our throne
But when I look in the eyes of the ghetto youths
I still see hope where Am from.

I wrote this when I was around 17, at the time it was just my basic observation of what I was around me, what I experienced and also what I knew other people around me have experienced. It's one of my first poems and it just came when I just stopped and really became aware of my surroundings.

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