I’m from the sunshine state blazed with diversity
I’m from a city of dirt roads and cracked concrete
Abandoned dreams and unsettled homes
Sacred souls and scared resources                                                                                        I’m from a family of internal war and division
A silence of the illnesses unknown
A psychological indifference too strong to fight
I’m from a household of struggle foods
The now so bland taste of flavor packets and breakfast foods for dinner                              I’m from a generation of judges and prosecutors
A closed minded generation separated by social norms and cliques
Outcasted due to my relentless fight to live and grow in a society who bans “weird”people      I’m from a group of survivors so determined to live even though opposing forces were working against us
Defeated the weed that could have grown and spread ending our life
I am from the outskirts of death
Once property of the Grim Reaper until I decided to know who I am and where I come from
I’m from the sunshine state