Where I Am
Where I come from…
I come from a hood where
Thugs on the corner and gunshots at night
where I came from
when you blink wrong that can be your life
where I come from
the young kids runnin’ around with a knife.
Where I come from
most of my friends’ parents are on
the street at night.
Where I am going…
I’m going somewhere in life
wherever I go I’m going to do right
no more streets or fight
where I’m going is a nice place
somewhere to stay out of trouble
Where people don’t judge
You by your race.
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Your poem powerfully contrasts where you come from and where you’re determined to go. The stark imagery of struggle and danger is balanced by the hope and resolve for a better future. It’s a beautiful statement of wanting change, peace, and equality in a world that often judges based on background. Wonderful job on this poem!