Milton Harris
I Come From Poem
I come from two parents,
A loving mom that cares,
But no sight of my dad around

I come from Detroit,
The fights, gunshots, gangs,
The drinking and the smoking,

I come from red and white brick house,
With wooden floors, blue walls, and a scary attic,
The big front mowed grass with flowers around the dirt,

I come from an athletic family,
The basketball each year with my granddad,
To the playing catch with my little brother,

I come from a neighborhood of kids,
The football and basketball games in the street,
To the whiffle ball in the front yard,

I come from 9 children,
But an only child between my parents,
5 boys including me and 4 girls but only to know and see 3 each,

I come from a family hustle,
The sounds of the lawn mower roars,
To money in my pocket from selling candy,

I come from hard work and dedication
To work at school and work,
To work on the field and court.