I Am From #2

I am from a broken home. Where I had to raise myself and protect my family. I am from a house of lies. Where my parents never felt love for one another, but stayed in it for me. I am from a neighborhood filled with danger. Where seeing someone shot or murdered was a regular thing. I am from a home of threat. Where having a black eye or a bruised arm was normal and well deserved. I am from a place of fear. Where my only safe haven was to run away. I am from a city of hopeless dreams. Where I could only dream to get away from my malevolent father. I am from a home that changed me forever.