I Am Harlem (urban)
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My words flow on the page, just as they flow smoothly out of my mouth, when I'm writing I'm free. Able to express myself in ways a lot of other can't. Living in the world of Harlem... Yeah Its difficult but I do it. Taking care of my little brother. Trying to find my mother, hoping that one day daddy will show up. Naw it won't happen. I find myself lost, stressed, irritated, and wanting to give up. Trying to find my wings to fly looking up at the sky and thinking why me? My name is Janae, but I go by Harlem... Maybe one day I will make it out. Be able to show my baby brother the world... Yeah.. One day. But for now, I'm documenting my story.. Giving you the run down. The 411. This is what I am, this is what I do. I. Am. Harlem.....
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