I am from broken boom boxes and hundreads of CDs.
Unforgiving dance floors that leave bruises in places I wasn't even dancing on.
I am from torn up Puma's and soaked Adidas sweat shirts.

I am from frozen dinners taken to the bedroom quitely to be sure not to wake up mom,
and charcoaled chicken on holidays due to mom's bad cooking.
I am from "whatever you take, you eat!"
regardless of how bad it tastes.

I am from falling countless hours on the blacktop trying to learn how to crossover.
From forcing my mom to watch every Boston Celtics game.
I am from dedication and committment towards self progress.
From where good isn't good enough.

I am from a single mother sturggling to pay bills,
to me having a job, now paying bills
i am from learning about responsibilty to finally being responsible.

I am from reality.