Bad But Beautiful

I come from a neighborhood of South L.A. where it is likely for the local youth who succumb to the world of the Gang Bang.

Typically, the local gang members do hard time for committing drive by's that go "Bang! Bang!".

I am not the one that is running from the cops.

Instead, I am the one that is always getting props.

I get props for running for ambitions that are real.

Not for being caught up in court ready to appeal.

From so many sports my legs have turned into steel.

Sports have opened many doors.

Especially for someone that is poor.

Sports have allowed me to no longer be sore.

Sports have allowed me to elude from negative influences and explore.

I have successfully completed my journey throughout LA Marathon.

I was able to temporarily escape from an ugly situation.

I experienced the most beautiful creation; sports.

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