But I Know Where I'm Going....

April 22, 2009
By Elonna Mack BRONZE, San Francisco, California
Elonna Mack BRONZE, San Francisco, California
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Trickled, Tickled, Laughter at my heart. Too far apart, yet a sudden rush. A push, another type of fix for me. Still knowing who I am without knowing my history. Listening,a glistening past that I am unsure of. A History book covered in blood so I can't read it. I read the cover. Yet in some crazy way I didn't want to know what was inside. My mother pried, it open and little of it unveiled and I did not watch, nor touch it so I could create my own Legacy, and destroy any documentation of it, so rugged. But I want the next generation to be unique. Seek for new adventures so the Pre-burned History book of their life would be filled to their own knowledge. A college of theirselves. I dont know my history, but I can make a path filled with myself.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem based on not knowing my My mothers Mom, and alot of things about her past. Also from hearing the saying "If you dont know where you come from you can't know where your going".
I strongly don't believe that so this is what its about.

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