Born in a location where selling drugs and committing crimes is just fine. Raised and taught that jobs were never designed for us and necessarily become the way of life. Living with no hope if moms are not on drugs or pop is not in jail, they call that faith. Mice in your apartment roaches on your food, where the random gunfire is a typical sound. The cops are more likely to beat you than help you. I am Jasmine, a teenager living on the poor side of Syracuse, New York, with my sister and two best friends. Take a walk with me as we pave our way for a piece of the pie. They say there are reasons behind everything. Watching my mother work long hours to provide since our father was not around is one of my goals. With his aunt ill and being the man of the house as a teen is my best friend's reason. We all go through the struggle in different ways, seen through different eyes.