Read Where I'm from poem below.

Where I’m From

By: C. Brooks 

Age 14

I am from not caring,

 cousins talking back to their parents

my hood killing innocent young males

 I hear screaming, yelling kids and gunshots in bed.

I am from giving up, teen mothers, abortions when not ready, families without daddies, feeling hopeless and unhappy

 I am from a neighborhood of drug dealers, rapists, crackheads and crime. I am from playgrounds with no swings, broken homes and abandoned buildings

In my eyes, I still dream of a life defined by not refusing to give up, or giving in, or pretending there is no way out because where I am from, I look at the glass half way full. My mother will always be my keeper and I will make her proud. Looking in the mirror I say to myself, where I’m from I am a SistaKeeper and I define Me! 

 I am an “I define Me girl!

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