I AM From
I am from West Oakland
Raised on 26th right between
MLK and San Pablo, Apt #6
I am from Berkeley
Long walks on hot days
My parents Jock’Lyante and Leticia
Strong and always together
Only in my mind
I am from drug dealers
Standing on the corner all
Day and night just to
Help the family get by
I am from violence,
Screams of terror from
My mom as I lay down and wish
My father was still around
I am from educated, hardworking
People who want me to do better in
My life, grandparents Julie Lock and
Weadom Thomas, a boxer back in his day,
Still not letting go of the past
I am from Bella Vista a sister and teachers
Who just wanted to help me succeed and
Get somewhere in life
Graduation is my goal
I am from gunshots a loud “BOOM!”
I can feel it as I call my mom to
See if she’s okay
I am from ghetto girls with no mind
And boys who care about what’s in your
Pants rather than what’s in your head
I am from R.I.P.’s and gang signs 4’s up
And 3’s down, fights and gun battles
Cries from mothers as they get the call
That their son has been shot down
I am from death when the sound
Of her cries end and she is no longer
With me, alone trying to survive
Without my mother by my side
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