INNER CITY STORIES
I am from a neighborhood of riding bikes, no fights, growing up and learning to love and to believe. I’ve lost people that I loved, but never gave up, aiming high for the stars, then crashing down and hitting rock bottom. There I learned to cherish every moment of life and to be a better me, not only for myself but for everyone around me who admires me, cares about me, counts on me. I plan to be the first, the first to graduate, the first to go to college, the first to succeed and, the first to be the best. I will do this, not only for myself and my mother but for my father too, who was never there to see me succeed, who caused more pain than anything, who only saw me hit rock bottom. I told myself I will rise, I will show him that I am set for greatness, I WILL NOT let him define who I am, I WILL NOT be like him, I WILL BE BETTER with or without him. He’s made me cry, made me feel like I almost died. He took a part of my heart and smashed it into a million pieces, but that's okay, I don't hate him, I thank him. Because in 20 years I will be able to look back and say “I made it.” I did it without him, I will grow up, have a family, I will make my kids proud to have me in their life to say my name and to admire me, something I am ashamed to do for you. I love you, Dad, I do, but you don't deserve to say “I Love You Too."