East Oakland

I am from a milky chocolatey family
the bacon and eggs in the morning,
the country style talk back east,
the line of karate helping me
win my strength,
the cereal in the mornng
I don't care much for

I am from the trash and the
ghettoness of East Oakland
where people roam the streets with
bags of cans they find on the ground
The schools with no kids to bother to go to,
not to learn, but to lack around and talk whenever
The babies growing up to be real stars, but their
Oakland family takes over that big bright star

I am from the family who believes in me,
the stores that treat us differently than the rich
Poor life holding cups out for money,
with only a penny in the cup

I am from, Oakland

by Alex
Young Writers Camp, Oakland

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