I was born and raised in the ghetto, on welfare, two minutes from homeless.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Growing up in the ghetto is pretty hard. It's poverty; it's frustration.
I was born in a ghetto on the North Side of Pittsburgh. I was born as Emmett Till was dying and the civil rights era was being born.
My family didn't have any money growing up. I'm just a girl from the ghetto; from Indio, California.
No matter where you from, there's ghettos all over the place.
To me, I'm the epitome of what a ghetto child is: I was raised by a single parent; I stayed in apartments my whole life; I don't think I've ever cut the grass.
How could you be from the ghetto and be a rat?
I grew up on the south side of Chicago, most of that time on welfare. My mother and sister and I used to live with my grandparents and various cousins. We shared a two-bedroom tenement, and the three of us slept in one of those bedrooms and had a set of bunk beds.
I'm living proof that you can make it out of the ghetto.
I grew up homeless, you know, lived in and out of U-Haul trucks and, you know, apartment houses, friends.
You see, I was born in the slums, that was before the ghetto. The ghetto was kind of refined; the slums was right there on the ground.