I Come From
I come from 53rd street
Where people’s hearts cold but tote heat
Where drug paraphernalia lay beside big wheels
Where feelings are depression, but everyone feels the way you feel.
Where young’uns getting that bay, but ain’t got a pot to piss in.
It’s far from the slums, but where you don’t want to live in.
I come from drug dealers
single parents
help from a grandmother
and ski-masks.
And where they banging for no reason, or just to make the weed last.
Where they say, “Who Dat” and “OK Yea”, when you see your man
Where he daps you up and change clips with the same hand
Where we get ready when somebody coming up the one, one…
it ain’t much but its where I come from.
1 Comments
Leave a Comment
The poets featured here are currently incarcerated, and many of them are in federal prisons far from home. Your feedback is a valuable source of motivation and connection to the outside community. Post your comments, feedback, and encouragement in the space below the poem. Messages will be passed on directly to the author. Comments may not appear immediately on the site, as our team processes them to mail to the poets.
I like this poem a lot and I like it because it is important for everybody to write about and share where they come from. The line that sticks out to me is “Where feelings are depression, but everyone feels the way you feel.” It is sad to hear that your whole community was depressed because there is so much in life to be happy about. Keep writing, you got this!