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Michaela white
Where I'm from
I'm from gunshots,
From street lights,
to the sound of my mom yelling to “come home”.
I am from arguing parents
to hot combs.
From shattered backboards
and athletic drug dealers.
I am from “ hands up don't shoot”
to getting shot at.
From long days with no water.
From being disowned by parents
to broken homes.
I am from struggling moms and poverty,
From finding love in the wrong places.
I am from rape to hurt feelings.
From child support and light bills.
I am from being in the closet of shame
to contemplating suicide.
From depression to wrist cutting.
I am from from sitting in a corner crying
with nobody to pick me up.
From weed and alcohol.
From an alcoholic grandmother
and mental abuse.
I am not speaking to chipped teeth.
From finding happiness in footwear.
To Happiness in the green gass
and the vacant houses.
