I am from

September 24, 2015

I am from bike riding with my friends on a weekdays.

I am from a place that never sleeps.

I am from where people get jumped for looking sweet.

Where you can get chicken wings, 5 for a dollar.

I am from where at night time the bedtime stories are bullets and the sweet sounds are sirens.

I am from having expensive clothes is not enough.

From arguing, lying, hate, fighting, and cheating.

l am from blasting music and tinted windows.

I am from barrettes and bows, to weave and corn rows.

I am from where the money is the motive.

I am from people getting locked up.

I am from never knowing when will be my last breath.

I am from a neighborhood of violence.

I am from 1-9-1-5-0.

I am from where the wars never end.

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