A poem by Krystal
The place I call safe is anywhere from home. Growing up was a demented life and I put it in my mind that I wasn’t going to be a nobody.
I always thought home was jail.
I went to school early morning, from school was to home, and from home straight to my bedroom.
Bed equals Sleep and I knew my day had to start all over again the next day and the days that were next. I never really wanted to live how I lived but it ended up happening anyway.
I could smell the stink coming from downstairs and it was a tense smell. The smell was crack and I knew my life was just the beginning.
My G-ma’s house smelt like old lady but I loved her anyway. Night after night, I was wondering what my life was going to be like when I got older.
But I never knew I was going to make it to see my age 18. Well, I’m 18 now and happy but you never know what’s in store for you next.