Where im from
I am from this thing called "family"
Im 15 and I got cousins that don't even remember me.
I still remember playing with them when we were kids
Sadly we don't speak,
But I still remember the sand on our feet.
Im from a house where im expected to be perfect.
Im from hiding in the corner of my room
Listening to him kicking on the door screaming to open
Im from a house where I get called a b* and a piece of s*
by the actual man who made me.
Im from a house where I have to hold my mom, while she cries on my shoulder.
I beg her, I tell her lets leave
she says everything is gunna be okay.
But I never see progress being made.
Im from being terrified to go this place
that I cant even call home.
But for my mom I will always be thankful.
No matter how hard things get,
I will always thank my mom for supporting and loving me and my brother the way she does.