I am from a broken home.

Where I had to raise myself and protect my family.

I am from a house of lies.

Where my parents never felt love for one another, but stayed in it for me.

I am from a neighborhood filled with danger.

Where seeing someone shot or murdered was a regular thing.

I am from a home of threat.

Where having a black eye or a bruised arm was normal and well deserved.

I am from a place of fear.

Where my only safe haven was to run away.

I am from a city of hopeless dreams.

Where I could only dream to get away from my malevolent father.

I am from a home that changed me forever.