My 7th Grade year
“Today is filled with anger, filled with hidden hate, scared of being outcast, afraid of common fate. Today is built on tragedies, which no one wants to face, nightmares to humanities, and morally disgraced. Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air, children bred with ruthlessness because no one at home cares. Tonight I lay my head down, but the pressure never stops, knowing at my sanity, content when I am dropped. Tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new. Built on spirit intent of Heart, and ideals based on truth, tomorrow I wake with second wind, and strong because of pride…” Those are the spoken words of Tupac Shakur. This poem speaks out to me because it has a lot to with the life I had went a little now.
August 29th I had come home from school. Stayed outside to hang out with my friends, around 5 o’clock I go inside and everything is packed.
“Why is everything packed, mom?” I said.
“Because we are moving.” She said.
“When? Why? Where?” I said.
“I got into an argument with manager of the office and she said we have 48 hours to move, and I don’t know.”
“ok.”
August 31st swung around and we ended up in a hotel. Night by night we paid to sleep in a hotel. My mother wouldn’t let down the bottle and get a job, and my dad was incapable because he had to care for his thumb that was torn off, and yet he still couldn’t get workers compensation. We went from an okay home to no home. We went from a Christmas to getting nothing when it came around. My mother would rather by a 12 pack than pay for something I actually need. My dad couldn’t make a lawful living, so he had to go against the law and he sold his prescription pills. six dollars a pill.
November 30th we got kicked out of the hotel. That night we got kicked out, we drove around and found a parking lot. We slept in our car. Two days later my aunt Patricia told us we could move in. Her house was the most disgusting house, it was a one bedroom. Before we lived at her house there was
August 29th I had come home from school. Stayed outside to hang out with my friends, around 5 o’clock I go inside and everything is packed.
“Why is everything packed, mom?” I said.
“Because we are moving.” She said.
“When? Why? Where?” I said.
“I got into an argument with manager of the office and she said we have 48 hours to move, and I don’t know.”
“ok.”
August 31st swung around and we ended up in a hotel. Night by night we paid to sleep in a hotel. My mother wouldn’t let down the bottle and get a job, and my dad was incapable because he had to care for his thumb that was torn off, and yet he still couldn’t get workers compensation. We went from an okay home to no home. We went from a Christmas to getting nothing when it came around. My mother would rather by a 12 pack than pay for something I actually need. My dad couldn’t make a lawful living, so he had to go against the law and he sold his prescription pills. six dollars a pill.
November 30th we got kicked out of the hotel. That night we got kicked out, we drove around and found a parking lot. We slept in our car. Two days later my aunt Patricia told us we could move in. Her house was the most disgusting house, it was a one bedroom. Before we lived at her house there was