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I am from a world without a father,

A world known by many but expeirenced by few.



I am from visitng him in prison

but only so my mother would cry no longer.



I am from a world of hatered and love but,

in this world you see more of one then the other.



I am from the salty pacific wind, and smog

from the city that burns with every breath drawn.



I am from snickers for breakfast and a

coke for lunch, but as for dinner Ilooked to my older sibilings.



I am from a place wher you teach your

self all that you do today.



I am from  having to learn not to wake "daddy" at the age of four other wise you were thrown in to your own room.



I am from a path that leaves you bruised and

batterd, but you grow to live with it.



I am from a mother who loves me very much, and a

father who wasn't there when I needed him the most.



But where would I be without all of this?

Would I be the same person I am today?



I am from a broken path