(poems go here) I am from the un-giving promises
Spoken from the lies of truth
From the depths of joy
Found through a smile
From the illiteracy of intelligence not yet used
I am from a mother not yet a mom
Struggling to grow up
I am from a person hidden
The twin side of the penny
From the flow of a pen to paper
Expressing what my words can not say
My words can express
Through the reflection of
What you see and not what you know
I am from a different shade of brown not yet black
The art of blood on the streets
Lost innocence no worlds to speak
From the shot of a gun to the home of a bullet
From a lost child, no act in it
I am from trials with no judge, no rules, no life
From the story of fairy tales, and the good life believed
Only to be reality of uncertain dreams
Make believe, taken from me, like the childhood never seen
I am from the quiet words, that will only get louder
Louder,prouder, time is up, fly up
I am just a memory soon to fade