Introduction: My name is Jasmin Henry I am the daughter of Kishka Cartwright and Quentin Henry. I have eight other siblings and both sets of my grandparents are still alive and well.
Where am I from?
I am from basketball, from writing art, and dancing. I am from a depressing house with to many tears and never ending hatred. I am from the plants in my yard that blossom, or the quotes on my walls that give me hope. I am from the late night thoughts that keep me awake, the deep scars that I hide away. I am not from my mother nor my father, I am from the never ending love of my grandmother. I am from the happy and the sad. I am from the happy memories of my childhood, yet I am from the sadness of my past. I am from the fear of my future, yet the ambition of my dreams. I am from my christian faith that leads me everyday. I am from california a part of the land for the free, but are we truly free. I am from the food I eat, enchiladas or late night ice cream. I am from the story of my grandpa who died when my mom was ten, drowned in a river, never got the chance to say hello or goodbye. I am from the family of lost photos and forgotten memories. I am from eight other siblings, who I love dearly however, take up all my attention. I am from a land of darkness because I'm never noticed, because I am from a world of competition. Eight siblings, two parents with so many distractions. I am from my parents mistakes, that I hopefully learn lessons from. I am from great friends who I can count on no matter what. I am from love even though I was born in to a world of hate. I am from purple and maroon as they are my favorite colors and as they brighten up my day. I am from sports and they arts. I am from lies and the truth. I am from sins and blessing and that’s why Jesus has died on the cross. I am from dreams and nightmares that take me away from reality. This is where I am truly from!
Where am I from?
I am from basketball, from writing art, and dancing. I am from a depressing house with to many tears and never ending hatred. I am from the plants in my yard that blossom, or the quotes on my walls that give me hope. I am from the late night thoughts that keep me awake, the deep scars that I hide away. I am not from my mother nor my father, I am from the never ending love of my grandmother. I am from the happy and the sad. I am from the happy memories of my childhood, yet I am from the sadness of my past. I am from the fear of my future, yet the ambition of my dreams. I am from my christian faith that leads me everyday. I am from california a part of the land for the free, but are we truly free. I am from the food I eat, enchiladas or late night ice cream. I am from the story of my grandpa who died when my mom was ten, drowned in a river, never got the chance to say hello or goodbye. I am from the family of lost photos and forgotten memories. I am from eight other siblings, who I love dearly however, take up all my attention. I am from a land of darkness because I'm never noticed, because I am from a world of competition. Eight siblings, two parents with so many distractions. I am from my parents mistakes, that I hopefully learn lessons from. I am from great friends who I can count on no matter what. I am from love even though I was born in to a world of hate. I am from purple and maroon as they are my favorite colors and as they brighten up my day. I am from sports and they arts. I am from lies and the truth. I am from sins and blessing and that’s why Jesus has died on the cross. I am from dreams and nightmares that take me away from reality. This is where I am truly from!