Creative Writing Chronicles

I am  from raggedy buildings within Hitler’s raft

I am a place where the ketchup is sweeter than candy

I am white and paneled walls in which I’m trapped physically and emotionally

I am from a freelanced world in which no one cares what you really do or say

I am from a world where a man’s love doesn’t matter, but a woman’s generosity is taken for granted

I am from a household of 1 and the other parent is living a separate life

I am from a quite neighborhood with violence all around it

I am from chaos, but has serenity within it

I am from a place where babies are having babies

I am from a place in which where you are from is how you were brought up tp be

I am from tantrums medication in which I need to alive

I am from oxygen of my daddy’s lungs for which I could’ve been lifeless

I am from my journey in which I lived for 17 years now if it wasn’t for the journey in which I faced I wouldn’t be here right now!