I was born in a year <br />Of a great depression, <br />. <br />My parents were born here <br />A life made of deprivation, <br />. <br />Dave, gave me my name; <br />By instructions of my mother <br />. <br />My mother told me all about <br />My runaway father, <br />. <br />My mother did her best <br />To bring me up better, <br />. <br />My mother told me <br />I would be a leader <br />- a speaker <br />- a fighter, <br />. <br />I left my mother' s home <br />To search for survival, <br />. <br />Sam said I have become <br />A great photographer, <br />. <br />I have a craving for the arts <br />And poems that don't rhyme.<br /><br />Efe Benjamin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-story-9/
