"I Am From" by Anonymous (Northwestern Correctional)

I am from being their pride; to being their disgrace

I am from a small family made large

I am from intellect and hard work

I am from a class of over 100 to less than 20 alive

I am from a place you'll miss if you blink

I am from my FATHER not in BLOOD although in LOVE

I am from a place I slowly forget

I am from a voice I no longer remember a face I no longer recognize

I am from my Family Clan and I proudly HOLD

I am from being found to being lost

Before me lay a  map though a key washed away

Through armor built thicker each and every day

I am from a burning desire and unquenchable FIRE

Flames that RISE flames which DEVOUR

I am ME; I am no longer FREE I am locked tightly behind Rose of concrete

Athough NONE the less I am FREE