by Deborah Evers

Created on: November 26, 2011

Where I'm from the sky is gray

Factory smog fills the air 

The people here are moving fast

Of strife, they've had their share

I skipped amongst them, early morns

When I was just a kid

On my way to school; I rode the public bus

No one paid attention to what I did

I met my friends down in the square

With bus exhaust fumes in the air

They liked to stop at the donut shop

To grab a donut and a pop

I was the poor one, but no one knew

My mom said take some food stamps with you

I said no way, I couldn't, ever

To hide my problems I had to be clever

When I came home, all done with school

Mom was at work, as was the rule

I had to watch the other two

They fought against me, whatever I'd do

My dad was hardly ever around

He lived and worked in another town

Another state in fact it was

But no one cares what a loser does

When he  was home he'd punch the walls

He'd calls us names and run down the halls

He said a lot of unkind words

He drank too much and hated girls

My mom was always on the ground

In her tears she seemed to drown

Crying amidst the broken chairs

Crying and shouting in despair

He'd always break her newest things

He even sold their wedding rings

He gambled and we had no money

We had no phone, no food, no life

I hated my mom for being his wife

Where I'm from was always sad

If you lived there you'd feel so bad

I'm glad I don't live there anymore

On that place, I've slammed the door

I'm older now and live on my own

I've made my own, new, happy home

I love it here and it's my life

I'm thankful to be my husband's wife

My kids love me and I love them

I'd rate where I am now a 10!

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