Personal Narrative: My Ghetto Life

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Throughout my entire life, I have lived in the ghetto, what you would call the “hood” or “Westside.” And, throughout my entire life I’ve always been weird and awkward about where I’ve come from and where I lived. I was never okay with saying I was from a certain part of Fresno that was not a good area. An area that people would deem me as being ultimately “ghetto” or “poor” in coming from that area. I never wanted to tell anyone where I lived or have people come over to my house because I was, in a sense, scared what people would think – I was embarrassed. I did not want people to think I was that black. And, I never really knew what being that black was, I just knew I did not want to be it. Throughout my life, that has been a huge struggle for me. Telling people, you hear gunshots outside nowadays is …show more content…
You can’t take the Ghetto out of the person, if you are from the Ghetto you are Ghetto – and that is whether you like it or not. Whether you have it 100% or 10% you have it and that is something that you are just going to have to deal with and that is what I told myself. You cannot try and pretend you don’t have a quality of something that was born into you and you grew up with. There are times when you may need to have that quality and you wish you would not have pretended you did not have it your whole life. I am coming to terms with my blackness – but, along with that, you also need to come to terms with everything that follows. Being poor and coming out that strongly and going to college is something hopeful. However, you always need to remember where you came from and where you are headed. Me being from the Ghetto and being Ghetto are where I came from and where I’m going to always remember where I grew up. I need to make sure that I am focusing on expanding that, not leaving it behind. Making sure that I remember that I am from here and I am going to always remember that I am here, but I am also going to strive for