" i am from"

October 7, 2011
By poetrygurlliyah247 BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
poetrygurlliyah247 BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"if you don't have nothing nice to say, don't say nothing at all!" :)

I am from…
I am from… Chicago, the home of crips and bloods.
I am from… dancing, made of perfection and love.
I am from… my parents, the ones who made me who I am.
I am from… intelligence, how very smart I am.
I am from… my siblings; they give me every day lessons.
I am from… courage, every day I earn a blessing.
I am from…independence; I can do anything on my own.
I am from… money; hopefully I never need a loan.
I am from… hope; you have to hope in order to win.
I am from… music I can listen to songs all day long.
I am from… Philadelphia, a city I will always remember.
I am from… Christmas, the joyful holiday in December.
I am from… school; I go to learn new things.
I am from… big words, no longer using slang.
I am from... writing, words help me to express my feelings.
I am from…help, I come to help you with your healing.
I am from… Broadway, it’s my time to shine.
I am from… attention, it’s mine, mine, mine.
I am from… name brand, always dressed neatly.
I am from… the sun and beach, that’s the only time I love the heat!

This is where I’m from, the life soon to come, to

an everlasting moment that should be remembered forever in my heart!

I am from… a place where genders are transferring into prison because they chose to make the wrong decision.
I am from… a place where children cannot go outside and play. From my point of view, we’re turning into the city of hate.
I am from… a place where you get jumped for no reason at all, I come from a place where bad is free and to be good is hard.
I am from… a place where people are always fighting.
I am from… a place where kids are always on corners, hiding, trying not to be caught by the cops as they are lighting a cigarette.
I am from… a place where bullets just roam through the sky like fireworks.
I am from… a place where bullets fly so high, Philadelphians are used to it, and no longer wonder why.

A hope for a better neighborhood is always a dream, though I find myself waking up to the same old thing!

(No one knows where I am from, & they won’t because I am from the free me of good & bad.)

The author's comments:
this peice is one of my facorite poems! I just hope you will enjoy as well.

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This article has 3 comments.

on Oct. 12 2011 at 10:13 am

very very very nice you rock at peom writting. i am from florida lol! :D


danandmack said...
on Oct. 12 2011 at 10:11 am
this is really good!!! I can tell you worked hard...:)

on Oct. 12 2011 at 10:10 am
very good i loved it very easy to understand your a good poem writer :D

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