Where I’m From By: Ashley Curry
I am from grief,
From tears and condolences.
I am from the sound of police sirens.
Is sounds like cries.)
I am from the neighborhood, the community that
Longs for the peace to
Raise children to see their high
I’m from ponytails and sneakers.
From parks and streets.
I’m from the single parent home
And the raised by a village.
From smiles and frowns.
I’m from the hope
To be amazing.
I’m from the mom’s house and the dad’s house,
Family barbeques and chek sodas.
From the funerals
To the graduations,
The laughter and the screams.
I am from those moments—
“Be Safe” is the end.
I dream of the sun.
I dream of the proudness.
I hear the claps at my college graduation.
I’ve become a survivor.