I am from two
Stuck in between because I don’t fit in any shoe
I am from simple rhymes
That go no further than the human eyes
I am from the 510, 94606, spelled out as the city of Oak-L-A-N-D,
Where people sting like bees asking who you are and what you want to be,
I respond with, “I am nobody, I am nobody yet.”
I am from a heart-broken mother,
Struggling to breathe, as darkness comes to bother,
I am from a father,
Short-tempered but trying hard to understand that as he eats and sleeps so easily,
my mother cannot as she has lost her Hermano.
I am from 8 shots and he’s found dead under a car,
Half-Brother in hiding as I am holding my heart,
For my heart will break if I let out a!…
I am from where I can not let out anything,
If I do my mother will break and cry too.
I am from a place where I am a big sister,
She asks, “Why don’t I feel sad enough to cry?’
I say, “You are still innocent and pure with no pent up feelings that will lead you to a sigh.”
I am from either getting no attention or too much,
It is sweet like Bunch-A-Crunch yet sour like a school lunch.
I am from where I am,
Where I am is where I wish to see happiness.
I am from African decent,
Nobody knows it but I am proud to represent.
I am from a Mexican family that has been oppressed,
But I continue to be an 01 liner that is blessed.
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