Darkness Poem by Steve Urkel

I grew up in Detroit. My mom was a stripper. My dad was a drug addict. I was hit by them probably every day. I used poetry to escape. After a while, my dad came home drunk and shot my mom. I didn't know what to do. I was scared. I locked myself up in my room, but I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. I felt like I was in the Shining or something. There was a window in my room, and there was a tree outside. I decided to take the risk, and jumped onto the tree and climbed down. I ran as I heard my dad yelling. I ran as far as I could. I don't even know where I ended up. I was homeless, I was only twelve years old, and all I did was write poetry. I was found by a woman who ran an orphanage, and took me under her wing. I was never adopted, because I was older, and most people go for the young kids. I lived there until I was eighteen. When I turned eighteen, I went to community college, and one day, I decided to join the poetry club. I finally felt at home with these people. When I graduated college, I went out to get a job, and I was able to buy a small apartment that I turned into and office to write poetry. I have finally gotten on my feet, and I finally have a life. I can thank poetry for that.