Where im from

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Oct 2, 2015

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.

Comments

I like your poem Val! And i

Submitted by Javi on Fri, 2015-11-13 12:45.

I like your poem Val! And i agree with your mom dont go to the army go to the navy its better lol

I loved this. keep your head

Submitted by christy on Fri, 2015-11-13 12:50.

I loved this. keep your head up baby cakes

*clap *Clap

Submitted by fambriz on Fri, 2015-11-13 13:07.

*clap *Clap

This poem is really good

Submitted by Saryah C. on Fri, 2015-11-13 13:30.

Great Job Valerie!!! This poem is great.

this is really good

Submitted by dayahc on Fri, 2015-11-13 13:32.

this is really good