Where I'm From

I am from mild nights at home and loud yelling

From Deniece and Christian

I'm from pain

Memories of him keeps me focused, I'm from heartbreak

A piece of me has left this earth

I'm from Determination and consistence

I have learned to swallow my pride and remember my thoughts

 

I am overcoming me

I am listening to what people are telling me

I am from cracks in the ground, Hard and unbalanced

From stay in school and Go hard or go home

I'm from ghost town and brick city,

fried chicken and lasagna,

Recession and paycuts

From weed smells to perfume scents

From sore feet to good paychecks

From tired eyes to open minds

From judgement to over achievers

That's where Im from

 

From runover sneakers to jordans every week

From social security to job hunts

From welfare to eating when you can

I feel like the government is giving up on me, why me?

I ask, was I chosen or is this badluck?

This is where I'm from

and I'm not ashamed

Reviews

[UnOrThOdOx]

Oooh. My favorite lines were by far these; "I am overcoming me" and "from tired eyes to open minds". I love this poem....very nice. A little advice for later, is that I really saw a flow here and there but sometimes it was lost. Other than that, I loved it. (=

[Just Jayren]

This sounds very much like a speech but youv'e done well to transform it into poetry

[Melinda Weber]

We all come from a place, where people would think or even understand. the fact that you are not ashamed, and take it in your stride shows strength.

[roarke]

This is a good job of showing "Where I'm From"

It's a good illustration of perspective and potential insight.

keep the writing going, keep it transitioning forward, you may be surprised where it leads you.
Good Stuff.

[Emily Rae]

a sad but moving write, i felt your determination and perseverance in this piece.

[Poetic Beauty]

We all come from different backgrounds. I can relate to the eat when you can line. I lived that when I was a child. My family never had much money when I was young and it was a week to week struggle but hold your head high for "we" are the strong the survivors in the world. Life dishes out some messy dishes sometimes but we learn from them and keep going. There are amazing things in this world and if you give up then you only hurt yourself. I love this poem for it made me think and it shows many things that I have not experienced. Great imagery.

[Sahar moonlight]

I liked the variety points and subjects and their flow in this poem.
This isnt easy to give it in a smooth way, but you have done it so smoothly.
This was so nice

[Andrew Scorah]

A lot of pain and angst and rageing against the machine in this one but also the words of someone who will not be ground down, enjoyed this one.

[R J Askew]

This also is strong, more poetically imaginative than the first one of yours I read. This too is a cry of pain, but there is more of the survivor's attitude in this. Your poem shows what makes us what we are. Wheras the other poem was inward looking and stuck in the hurt, this poem is proud and outward looking. I love the notion of our composite elements having a voice. it is like DNA suddenly talking. I love this line which is uber poetic and creative: 'I am from the cracks in the ground'. That is fresh, assertive, original. Ya know what I mean! Respect Poet!

[paparapapa]

Wow. You're everywhere. :)) Kidding. Great word play. You used contradictions effectively. I loved how you played with the game of opposites. It added to the mystery that lurks around you, that even if you are trying to tell something about yourself, it makes us want to ask some more. And I think that to be able to do that, one needs a heck of a talent. So I think you're awesome. Keep on writing. ;)