I Am From

I am from the un-giving promises

Spoken from the lies of truth

From the depths of joy

Found through a smile

From the illiteracy of intelligence not yet used

I am from a mother not yet a mom

Struggling to grow up

I am from a person hidden

The twin side of the penny

From the flow of a pen to paper

Expressing what my words cannot say

My words can express

Through the reflection of

What you see and not what you know

I am from a different shade of brown not yet black

The art of blood on the streets

Lost innocence no worlds to speak

From the shot of a gun to the home of a bullet

From a lost child, no act in it

I am from the trials with no judge, no rules, no life

From the story of fairy tales and the good life believed

Only to be reality of uncertain dreams

Make believe, taken from me, like the childhood never seen

I am from the quiet words that will only get louder

Louder, prouder, time is up, fly up

I am just a memory soon to fade

By Sicily, 17