The Rose That Grew From The Concrete

The Rose That Grew From The Concrete

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Growing up in a bad neighborhood is tough and some say hard to get out of. The people who do make it forget the people who helped build the way for them to achieve there goal and dreams. Every since I was a child my mother always told me never forget where you come from, or from where you started. Alot of people doubted me and at times I had no one but god to talk to. As always they will say " Long live the ROSE that grew from the concrete when no one else cared."
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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