Michaela Richards shows us how she finds support without fathers or friends where she comes from.
I Come From
I come from gunshots at 12:00 am. that make you hit the floor
I come from a place where every time the doorbell rings I’m afraid to get the door
I come from women who date guys who don’t act like grown men
I come from women who let guys with money control them
There aren’t fathers where I’m from, just crazy mothers
And friends who can’t be friends all because of colors
Twisted fingers and graffiti on the walls
The little girl who sits by the phone waiting for her dad’s call
I come from a “Diverse Community” where I’m the only one who’s different
I come from a house full of people, but I feel like I’m the only one in it
I come from big thighs and round behinds
Where they show it all off to impress the guys
I come from dark alleys and abandoned buildings
I’m ashamed of where I live so my friends can’t visit
Who cares though? They’re not real anyways
I mean, come on who really has “friends” these days?
Yeah, we got Homies and Bros and stuff like that
But where I come from they don’t really have your back.
But wait, you have family. You can depend on them right?
I thought the same thing, until I finally got sight
Of what they can do to shut down your pride
Make you feel bad and upset all inside
They don’t care if you succeed; they don’t want you to do better
They’re selfish; they don’t want us to succeed together
But overall I believe I come from my sisters
From pinky promises, secrets, and warm hugs and kisses
They’re the only reason I keep holding on
To a life that I feel I don’t even want
They are my life and I’ll love them forever
Because regardless of where I come from, they continue to make me better.