WHERE I'M FROM

It's a poem about origin

I am from the jungle of blacks.
We struggle to work, we struggle to eat.
I am from that place far away,
Where kids got beaten or punished in school.
I am from that country,
A place where some villages are with no schools, electricity, and water.
I am from that place where we toil the land to eat.
I am from that place where in some towns,
Girls are not allowed to go to school,
Where there is little literacy and corrupt gov't officials.
I am from that country, far away,
Where in some underdeveloped villages,
Virgin maidens are sacrificed to some unknown gods.
I am from that place, where jealous friends and siblings use each other for rituals,
Parents kill their offspring for money.
I am from a family, steadfast in love and grace.
I am from the womb of that special woman,
Who although strict, love me greatly.
I am from an excellent dad
who struggles to feed his kids without feeding himself.
I am from that mother,
Whose embraces smells like roses,
Who cries when I'm sick,
who cares not for herself but for her kids.
I am from that family full of love
Where grace has been implanted,
Where unbound joys are known,
And where unbound joys are yet to come.