where im from final draft

`Where im from…
I am from the inside of Keasia’s womb
I came out in the year of 95. They say life is something you cant buy.
So many people die, like my great aunt and my cousin that I never heard cry.
I am from a 3 bedroom apartment.
The den isn’t my real “living room,” my room is my living room even though half the time I don’t feel like I’m alive.
I am from my brother secretly depriving on my depression and
my mom consistantly cries
jasmens far but of course she tries and on the darkess days she make me smile
the sun shines with misters bright eyes
and I want them to know, their memories even when the sun shines
I am from looking out the window and wondering what the real “project” about the projects are bringing to the world,
other then babies having babies and killing wives
over drug money and money for drugs,
but my mind fully escapes when I open the gates
to truth.
I swear to tell the truth nothing but the truth in a court of law raising my right hand to tell it all
about how my father use to leave me with my step brother and and how he use to close the door
it still hurts my mothers inner core
but like everything else that fails in my life
I am from ,brush it off and head for the door.