i am from shell the gas station my deadbeat dad would walk me to after school when i was 6 i am from my first heartbrreak, not from a little boy, but from my own father leaving my family when i was 8 i am from my mother working everyday of the year, even on her birthday taking time off on her own childrens birthdays, risking losing her job i am from the time my mother got a call saying her father had been rushed to the hospital and he was slowly dying my mother rushing to get onto a flight from florida to ohio i am from my brother taking care of his two younger sisters for a week while my mother stayed with her dying father i am from my mother not being able to buy me nice shoes and being bullied or it teasing me for not having perfect perfect teeth making fun of me for not being able to pay for all the field trips i am from the sand i layed upon surfing the waves when we went to the beach i am from the anxiety attacks i would get going to school i am from leaving my home, my beach moving to tennessee
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please note that this was a poem i had to write in school but i decided to post on here.
no hate, all love please
~chandler <3
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where im from~ a school project
Şiirthis was a poem i had to write in class. while most people didnt go personal, i did. i am proud of what i wrote. no hate, just love. <3 ~chandler
