Personal Narrative: I Am In Football

I am from the projects.
From a place the looks like a car wreck.
I am from a neighborhood that was up to no good.
From a place some people can relate to the hood.
I am from a stepmom who treats me as her own.
From being put back in my place because I was thought I was grown.
I am from a lil boy who didn't want nothing but to have someone to play with.
I am from the south with mosquitoes and you will get bit.
I am from two split parents that who were never together.
From a dad and mom that do nothing but makes my life better.
I am from a place where people bang red or blue.
From a place where outsiders just have no clue.
I am from the smell of that red pretty rose.
From pulling up somewhere and seeing a sign and the word CLOSE.
I am from a loving father who bust his
From hearing my defensive line coach yell “keep contain”!!
I am from a new big house.
From looking and searching thinking every pretty girl is my spouse.
I am from long countless hours of football and wrestling practice.
From the pretty green grass that hurts worse than a cactus.
I am from the love that I have for the football game.
From a mindset that won’t let me stop until I get the fame.
I am from grandma giving me football eyes when 3 years old. From a grandma calling me her big football player and watching me mold.
I am from the sweet ole eight-six-four.
From a place on the other side of the highway bridge that you call moore.
I am from only seeing my mom once or twice a year but it’s all good.
From hating when people assume..because I hate being misunderstood.
I am from when it rains it pours.
From a boy going to school who best be getting his cores.
I am from a dad that can reach me from anywhere on mars.
From lord knowing he raising me his best to keep me from behind bars.
I am from a place where kids want to join gangs.
From a place where everyone thinks it’s cool to let their pants hang.
I am from putting the protein in my cup.
I am from a come