I am from moving boxes scattered, littered on hallway floors
From unpaid utility bills, arguments and slamming doors
I am from tax return Christmas gifts and food stamp Thanksgivings
From minimum wage, low paying jobs and barely making a living
I am from hiding, shaking under my small, twin sized bed
From saying no, crying and wishing silently that I was dead
I am from trauma, abuse and well hidden lies
From district attorneys, court cases and broken family ties
I am from justice, growth and surviving my past
From resilience, confidence and fears I have surpassed
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Annette M Velasquez
Powerful expression! This speaks truth, is emotional and very well written... The use of rhyme highlights the poem's important message. Your use of details and imagery is excellent.