9.15.16

I think that this particular "I am from" poem was harder for me than the one I did in high school. I knew that mine would be a stark contrast to most of my peers, because of the sheer difference in our backgrounds. Compared to my high school, where I knew everyone writing the poem had some kind of harsh story to tell, and it made me more eager to connect on that level. This, on the other hand, made me reluctant to share the things closest to my heart. I wanted to word this poem so that it gave just enough to spark interest but not so much that I was shocking my classmates. I don't know, I guess when you see how the other half lives you tend to wanna shield them from reality sometimes. If only to save your own dignity. After hearing the poems of my peers, I got the feeling I was right in thinking the truth of my story would be a bit much for them. Everyone has their own skeletons in the closet, we all have hardships we're dealing with. There's just a certain kind of privilege that comes from not having to worry about paying for food on a daily basis.

I guess.