I am

June 3, 2016

i am from basketball

from yelling coaches and sweat filled jerseys

I am from the hard working blocks

decent houses, expensive cars, polluted air

I am from the giant trees

the smell of new cut grass on the sidewalks

I am from large christmas parties and enormous amounts of food

from Guydia and Mekesha

I’m from the long nights of staying up all night while family is around

and the cooking all night, the day before a holidays

from cleaning my room and do your homework

I’m from stand up for yourself no matter what

If someone bothers you, stand up for yourself and never allow them to bully you

In my head, there were pictures of dreams and fears

long scary nights, of trying to cope with my flaws

but motivating & re-dedicating myself past that

and not stopping til i feel happy

I am from Detroit

where so many people settle for the block and become drug addicts

i refuse to be in that place

and i promise myself, that i will make my dreams come true.

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