Are you sure that we didn't live across the street from each other or something...sure?
I grew up in a neighborhood so much like this one...you always hate the hood...but you always make sure you call it home. Even though there are bad things surrounding you...you still have heart for the place that you were brought up.
This was a great beginning to your life story. I'll have to read part 3 tomorrow.
Okay... are you goin to write a part about your family. I mean cuz ussually if you write about bein broke ( I feel your pain) you have to have some kind of family history/background. So what is it single mom, trifflin dad. I mean there has to be a reason for the lack of money ( that make sense???) Well... anywayz I liked it.
Very nice addition to the first part of this! I like how you have introduced your homeland and giving a bit of background into the society in which you lived. This is nicely written and expressed with detail to allow the reader to "peek" into your life a bit. I enjoy reading these "series" type writes from you and shall await part 3. Very nicely done and tied into the 1st poem! Good work here! Take care!
Ooo I like it. It seems to have some type of cold loneliness to it... thats just what Im getting. I like the line, "Raised up poor but with honor" Thats so pretty. I also like the part:
"Where everybody was somebody And gossip escaped anybody Loud music, school shootings Chaotic as action movies"
Its so... full of... something. I cant think of the word now (this happens to me all the time), But its awesome. ...Cant wait till part 3
Submission Name: My Story part 2
