My Story

Years Ago I Set Out To Tell A Story..

Didn’t Have To Think Cause My Life Would Do It For Me..

Well I Failed At That Accomplishing That Goal…

Poetic Success Left This Body As A Whole…

This Is My Attempt To Tell This Story Once And For All..

Let’s Get To It Let’s Not Stall..

 

Growing Up I Had A lot Of Ups And Downs..

Which Only Means I Had A lot Of Smiles But Also A lot Of Frowns..

Through My Life There Was A lot Of Moving From Home to Home..

Barely Had The Luxury of Cable or A Phone..

Sometimes Didn’t Even Have Electricity…

What Was For Dinner Was A Mystery..

I Try My Best To Not Dwell On The History..

But They Always Say Your Past Is What Makes You..

And It Makes You Stronger Whatever Doesn’t Break You..

At The Age Of 4 My House Caught On Fire..

It Was All Over A Faulty Nintendo Wire..

So We Got Misplaced And Moved Into My Grandmother’s House..

Where I Had The Choice of The Floor Or The Couch…

Sleepless Night Just Wishing I Was Back In My Bed..

But I Couldn’t Complain I Always Had A Place to Lay My Head..

I Always Told Myself It Could Be Worse..

Then My Family and I Moved Down To First..

Where In The Beginning It Was Nice But Then Reached It’s Worst..

Came Home From School Seeing A Red Deadbolt on The Door..

So Me And My Brother Sat On The Floor..

Glancing At One Another Then Back At The Notice Stating We Been Evicted..

Brother Swore Our Parents Would Have Fixed It..

But Boy Were We Both Wrong..

Because of Me My Brother Had To Stay Strong..

Never Once Expressed A Feeling Whether It Be On His Face Or Just His Manners..

I Knew Deep Inside His Feelings Were At An All Time High And Continuing to Gather..

I Didn’t Want to Ask If He Was Alright Cause I Knew He Would Just Lie..

Or Worse He Would Just Break Down And Cry..

So Once Again Packing Bags And Off To Grandma’s House We Went…

Back To That Floor With The Awful Dent..

That Made My Back Hurt Like A 90 Year Old Man..

But At The Age Of 7 I Just Didn’t Quite Understand..

How Keeping A Home or An Apartment Was So Difficult..

How Financial Funds Got So Critical…

We Stayed My Grandmothers For Almost 2 Months..

Always Asked When We Moving But Never Received An Answer Once..

Then We Moved To 53rd Street To A Nice White House With A lot of Kids In The Neighborhood..

At This Point I Thought Everything Was Fixed Everything Was Good..

But There Is More To My Story This Is Just The Beginning…

I’ll Leave It Here Where I Thought At This Moment In My Life I Was Winning..

Part 2 Coming Soon…

So Just Stay Tuned..