Poetry

My past

My name is Christina

Im only 15 years old

I grew up in the ghetto

Shit that story never gets told

My life wasnt easy

Yet it wasnt all that hard

Growing up with grandma and Grandpa

Dad would take us away in his car

I lived two separate lives

Mommy and daddy didnt live together

It wasnt easy, but we made it through altogether

My friends were never happy

Always fighting with one another

They once made me choose who to talk to but it was a bother

My teachers all favored me

hell i was the class pet

I teased all the boys

In the end the girls all wept

I never fit in

I was the talk of the school

Too boyish

too weird

Now im fit for highschool

I once dragged my cousin shirtless down the block

he ended up crying

His back was all scratched

We ended up lying

Saying his back was a mess

Those nights i stood up

I couldnt sleep a wink

My uncle barged in

In his hands a big drink

He argued with grandpa

And grandma she cried

My uncle would attempt to hit someone

But that was his demise

I remember one time

He got really mad

He made this big hole in mommy's door

Grandma was sad

Now uncle is skinny

And weak as he is

He still drinks those big drinks

But doesnt swear anymore

He throw ups and cries

Wishing he could take life back once more

Thinking of suicide

I remember running to my room

When aunty got mad

It wasnt a big house

but it was all that we had

There were 14 of us total

Grandma

Grandpa

Uncle

Mom and dad

Auntie and cousins

3 total at that

then there was Joey and victoria too

Along with my brother and sister

and me too

But the house only had three bedrooms inside

One for grandma

One for mom

grandpa slept in the garage

As for the last Uncle and Aunt shared

She wasnt really my aunt but we all called her that

She was my cousin but she was too old for that

My life in a nutshell i remember the littlest things

haha

Like standing on the garbage cans

Pickle in hand

Looking down at our dog on the other side of the fence

i Dropped my pickle

And fell almost breaking my neck

Or that one time at that old garage sale

I almost convinced my grandpa I found a 20 in the gutter

Boy when he found out sure he was mad

But he tried trading for a 10

Man how sad

I know this poem is out of the place

I know it doesn't rhyme as much

But hey

I never said i was good at poetry

Just my life in it is all

Dont get your hopes up

Or you might as well fall

Since its the story of my life

Let me let you in on a little secret

There at our school

Where all the kids laughed

I remember all my crushes

from kinder to grad

Looking back now I saw more in them

then people think

Their outside cover was mad

But inside they were unique

What everyone doesnt know

Is that these tough guys were weak

They were actually nice and

gentle to me

But when others came

they put up this facade

And only i knew that this wasnt them

I left in the 5th grade

To join up with my friend

Went to a new school and never saw them again

As for mommy and daddy they rented this house

My story not all there but this is where i am now

Typing this story late at night

Thinking back to my past

Might give me a fright

The most distinct thing i remember

were the cop cars, the drunks, and the fighting altogether

-Masked C

My mom and dad didnt live together for the first 10 years of my life. We, my sister brother and i, would go to my dads on the weekends because he worked constantly along with my mom to try and rent a house for all of us to live together. My mom was still scared to leave her mom  behind so my dad decided to stay at my grandma's as well for a little to stay by our sides. Him and mom would always try to work something out, however they did argue. Not as bad as uncle though. There was a time in my life where everyone was scared i wasnt going to be the same again. That i was traumatized and would be stuck like that. If i stayed the way i was we wouldve gotten money from the court because a drunk driver crashed into my house 1 inch away from killing me. There is still so much to write down. Someday i will write it all.