I Come from Fear
I come from fear.
I come from 3 a.m. calls to the cops because my mom is laid out in a puddle of blood.
I come from looking into her black eyes as she tells me that she still loves him.
I come from feeling afraid because my heart always get walked on; I don’t understand why.
I Am From The Projects
I am from the projects
I wonder when I will move the f— out of here
I see a place filled with guns, drugs and violence
I want to be different from everyone else around here because where I come from no one seems to make it out
I am from the projects
I pretend to be carefree because where I’m from there’s no such thing as feelings
I feel ashamed of where I live
I worry that I’m never going to make it out of this place
I cry because there’s no such thing as peace when you live in the hood
I am from the projects
I Come from a Place I Once Didn’t Know
I come from a place I once didn’t know
The place I was born, down south across the border
One day I asked my mom when we could go visit
She said, “There’s no way back after.”
I come from 1.4% of K-12 undocumented students
Who want to pursue the American Dream
I come from every teardrop
I’ve seen roll down my mother’s cheek
Because the vision of that dream
isn’t always bright
Read more: I Come from a Place I Once Didn’t Know by Valeria De La Torre
I Come from Gospel Music Blasting at 4 a.m.
I come from gospel music blasting at 4 a.m.
from my mom speaking in tongues praying for a better life for her kids
I come from snitches get stitches
and I was the main one beaten
I come from hearing gunshots on Century and Hoover
right outside my house
and pressing my face against the tiles
to hold my little sisters to keep them from crying
Read more: I Come from Gospel Music Blasting at 4 a.m. by Glorious Owens
