Alissa's Poem

Where I'm From

Police sirens day and night
Baby mama drama turning
into girl fights.

Comin out my house and
can't get to school on time
because there's a missing
suspect that the police need to
find.

I love where I'm from, don't get me
wrong. But it is way too much
stuff going on.

Missing mixed faces on the back of milk cartons.
Young males going down, drugs and extortion.
Friday night parties jumpin.
House to house, room to room, DJ equipment bumpin.

Cursin, yellin, smokin, drinkin
Young teens doing things before even thinking.

Girls screaming out their home girls' names from afar.
Ghetto names like Shanquia, Nana and Star.
Bloods and crypts has their separation
But this is where I'm from
this messed up nation