Eva Carmona Poet I do not know?

Home

I lived in a place where I took my first steps

Said my first words

Cried, screamed, and laughed for the first time

Brought into a place that would one day be missed

Where all you could see at night were the stars and downtown lights

A place where you heard sirens everyday, shots being fired, and helicopters above

Where everyone knew everyone

A place where despite the constant crimes

Somehow you would always see a smile

A place that was considered "ghetto" to others

But home to me

I lived in place called East Los Angeles, California

I lived in a place that will be missed and loved 

But will never be forgotten…

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Carol Sunshine Brown October 13, 2009 at 2:57 PM Eva, I sent you a soupmail.

Carol Sunshine Brown October 13, 2009 at 9:45 AM I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Eva. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick October 12, 2009 at 4:19 PM Love the fact that you told us that a person can find a home anywhere that their heart resides. I like the way that you put the piece together. Keep writing. Sara