Erica Young

(10/11/1979 / chicago ill)

I'm From


I'm From The 70's Where My Eyes Have Seen Too Much Now I'm Desensitized To Violeces And I'm Numb To The Touch...You Could Put My Tongue On A Track And Smash It Wit' A Train...I Honestly Don't Think I'd Feel It As Pain Stop Pushing Me And Pull Me In Tha Right Direction I Broke The Mirror On The Wall For Fear Of Tha Reflection...Yet For Fear Of Rejection I Won't Go Outside You See I Congregate With The Multiples Inside Me I Hide...I'm A Single Parent Home With A Strong Mother...She Had Her Problems But Ask My Brothers, We Wouldn't ask For Another...I'm From Chicago Illinois, It Don't Matter What Side..We're The Best Proof People Come From Far And Wide...I'm From A Place Where Struggles Has Made Me Strong...There Is No Other Place I Would Call Home...

Submitted: Wednesday, September 26, 2012

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