I am from a place where crime is high.
Where the only thing you see are fights.
Where you always fear what is gonna happen next.
I am from a place where people are not ashamed to gather about your name.
A place where you’d rather not be raised.
And you can’t be blamed if you are frightened.
Sorrow and sadness arise when I think of this place.
When I see the struggle from this place.
Role models are rare,
But skollies are there.
I am from a place where there is no empathy,
I am from a place where there are no dreams,
But drugs and murder
I am from a place where you have to strive to survive
I am from a place I call home
I am from Crossroads.