I am from east flat bush Brooklyn,NY. Is what i would say if you asked, well at least if you were interested in knowing. where i am from we always have or guard up where smiling and laughing is sign of weakness. where sternness is either respected or challenged.
Where i am from you can hear the clamor of loud car stereos and steel pans. and just as loud you can hear the shouting of proverty stricken bums as you would pass by.
Where i am from you either make a name for your self or your identity will be taken form you. where I’m from the kids grow up quick, they barely have time to enjoy there innocence.
where i’ am from the good become victims and the victims become hopeless. where the bad guys or just kids who were once victims and there hopelessness became ruthlessness.
where i am from we like to make or presence known, even if it made my by the glamor of our clothes. where we don’t care where your from just about your “heart” if you can handle the pressure or not.
where i am from we respect people who rise through the cracks of the concrete as we sit on stoops green with envy as if it was an impossible feat. where look down on those who have failed and say to ourselves “that’s the life of the weak”
where i am from is actually not that bad you many different cultures that mixes together and gives our unique identity just like the great tasting food. but one thing we have in common we cant succeed until we see the blood sweat and tears.
