I Come From

        I come from a rich city with many different fast-food restaurants to pig out at.       
        I come from a small street where let out my feelings and concerns in a new world of hip-hop dance.
        I come from a kitchen filled with crab, chicken, and the sweet smell of assorted fruits.
        I come from “A woman brought you into this world so there is you have no right to disrespect one.”
        I come from a family who talks trash about one another at family functions.
        I come from two parents who’ve tried their hardest to better my life as a black male.
        I come from the smell of blood and sweat through the sweet smell of the infield dirt.
        I come from the study of African-American studies throughout society.

This poem is about: 
My family


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