Where I'M From

Apprentice Piece

I am from broken homes,

broken like thin piece of glass

dropped from the top of the Empire State building.

I am from quarrels, fights, and grudges.

I am from the smell cigarettes

that will never come out of me clothing.

From the smell of secrecy, and secrets.

Secrets that are whispered in every ear,

but mine.

I am from a "history of violence."

Violence that been in my life two long years,

I am from living off of food stamps, and child support,

then moving to a place parallel the heaven.

If you talked to a close relative,

they could easily tell you where I am from,

I am from hate, and despair

from a mother that would never care