Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I Am From


Teen Girl

I AM FROM

I am from…
            A tweeker shak raided astrew.
There’s nothing I can do.

I am from…
            A closet smoke reeking through
I can’t even move.

I am from…
A place and color called Blue
Kicking it with my crew.

I am from…
            A broken and shattered home
Where jail’s always the end.

I am from…
            The corner selling shards where         
Lives always end.

I am from the dark…
            Where evil lurks.

 I am from the streets…
Where people get murked

I am from the other side…
Where people cry

I turn my face and hide cuz…
I know that I should have died

I am from this thing called…
Methamphetamine.


Published in Call it Courage. August 2006.



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2 comments:

  1. Diana MurrayMarch 20, 2011 at 6:00 AM

    Wow! This is powerful and moving. I really like the way the poet used repetition to draw the reader in.

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  2. DontWantNone1978April 26, 2011 at 7:36 AM

    This touched me. I also like the way it was written...

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