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I Come From.
A small red home on the Westside of Detroit.
Full of frustration, anxiety.
Yet still maintained that small amount of,
Happiness.
Happiness, something I felt as we
Approached my grandmothers home.
That was my castle, my home
My place of growing.
Sprinklers outside on a hot summer day,
And mugs of hot cocoa,
Cold winter night.
In this home I felt the warmth of.
A mothers arms.
Soon realizing I’d never feel that warmth,
From my own.
I come from a place that,
Does not define who I am.
Today.
Lost the woman of my life when I was 10.
Why.
I played music to cope,
Not knowing that It’d draw me closer.
To her.
Cooking came not long after,
I used food to express feelings I could never put in words.
A single parent.
Household.
Survival.
That is…
Where I come from.
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Coure’s goal throughout this poem was to give the readers a little insight on her life, and the reason why she is the person she is today. She uses imagery, and syntax to make her poem easier to read. The way she has her poem written on the opposite side of the paper, is her showing how different she is from everyone else. Her signature if you believe. She doesn’t want anyone to read this poem and feel bad for her, her goal wasn’t to have a sentimental poem even though it may come off that way. Her whole point in this poem was to show that no matter what background you may come from, you can still be that flower that blooms in the end.