I Am...
I am from a family of all girls,
No video games just lip gloss and curls,
I am from a mix background so we are all different shades of brown.
I am from backyard play dates with neighborhood friends,
Bar-B-Ques and snacks
being tied by one leg.
I am from her thoughts and mind
My mom mainly, not hard to find,
My dad too
I have his looks, but just a few.
I am from breakfast in the morning,
Eggs, toast, and sausage
Dinner in the evening, lunch during the day
And after we all eat, washing out our plates
I am from praying before a meal and praying before we sleep,
Asking God to keep me safe
Until the moon and sun meet,
I am from a small town in the north
Not a lot of places, not a lot of people work,
Young girls have babies and boys are in jail
Everyday is their eyes is a burning hell
But with everything I lived through I am still here
I am from a place that made me who I am.
Looking back now I see myself changed.
From playgrounds and misery
to a life well behaved.
I’ve been in love and I’ve been in pain.
I’ve been lost, I’ve been found
and I’ve lived without vain.
I’m prosperous and stronger than ever before.
I am intelligent and sweet to the core.
I’m funny and happy and I’m determined..
Where I’m from and who I am made me this person.
Anneka Scott
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