I am from make-up and pain,
from anger and hatred.
I’m from a separated daddy and a desirable mama.
the war veteran and a teacher:
“I have never seen such a thing from any of my grand kids and
you just come along and mess shit up. Are you losing your mind. These
grades are not enough; a 79 are you serious.”
She says.

Here we are 7 years later,
I am from red dirt and the hurricane that change my life.
Gumbo and pralines,
Rats and roaches,
Love
The loneliness at the corner of St. Peter Street.
People that chewed me up and spit me out like old fried chicken.
Bayous and live aggressive crocs,
A empty soul,
Praisers and murderers,
Religionist and sorrowful sinners,
Sex and drug,
Prostitution.
I’m from foreign lovers and affairs,
I am from Loyalty. 
And still trying to keep the dream alive