I am from Oakland.

Where people ask me how I got to live in the hills, when I’m from 85th.

I am from tough love.

Where your feelings don’t matter but the clothes you have on do.

I am from a Christian family.

They call me religious but the only religion I got is the cross necklace I wear.

Yeah, I go to church every Sunday.

Where people put their hands up to praise the Lord but can’t put their hands up when a cop tell you to.

I am from trust issues.

Where you tell someone something and all they do is spread rumors.

I am from gunshots.

Where every night it sounds like 4th of July.

I am from mistakes.

But don’t they say “only God can judge you”.

I am from a place where people trip about what others say then the own man that created them.

I am from long days and long nights.

Where moms worried about where their son is and who their daughter’s with.

I am from a family who didn’t get to live to 25.

Where losing someone that young is a common thing.

I am from a place where they rather legalize weed than people.

I am from my grandma telling me that she remembers when people used to say grace before they eat and now they taking pictures of their food before they eat.

I am from the hate that can never affect me.

I am Angie.

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CC BY-SA 4.0 Love and Hate by Angie is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

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  1. Lorena 2 years ago

    i really like your poem!

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