To be somebody, is to sacrifice.

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     I walk, from home to school

I work, from eight fithteen to three 40 five

I sweat, from four to six... With no air!

I look at the clock because time is spinning, day after day, hour after hour!

I take life by the minute!

I wonder if I am going to make my time, like a track runner going in the 400 meter dash.

I cry because I want to be somebody!

I bleed, because I never quit!

I punish my body minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day; just to be a better athlete! 

I sacrifice my time to better my-self, to be somebody! I WANT TO BE SOMEBODY!

I am injured I know that... some say, "to just quit, its gods sign. Just do school".

I know I am smart or I would not have sacrificed the time for this poem. But how do I reply to them with emotional honesty?

 

 

    To me that is not good enough

To me my dream is to be the best football player

To be heard

To want kids to look up to me and want to become better than me!

To sacrifice, is to do what is important to you at the most.

To show people you mean business!

 

     Because if you're not sacrificing any thing to your beloved talent,

you maybe first place loser and not be heard from,

you may shine, but you may not shine as bright,

you may be strong, but you may not be the strongest.

Because to be the best, you need to out work the best. Nothing comes easy!

I quote my-self at halftime Tascosa playing San Angelo, number 2245 in the state Tascosa versus number six in the state San Angelo central.

" What's is easy? What is hard? We can play with 100 percent effort, or go layout on the line, because nothing on that field comes easy! So what is a hard game? A hard game is playing every snap at a balls out pace. Because when you're are tired an you want to give it just a bit effort... THAT IS EASY! So Lets make everyone accountable, lets depend on each others effort, because I'm not going to let you down, I'm not going to play this easy. WE ARE GOING TO PLAY HARD"!

I am injured, tired, sad.

I still have not gave up, I still bleed!

I still cry!

I still work!

I still look at the clock, but now I take life by the seconds god has given me!

Most of all I still SACRIFICE, because to me that is the stepping stones to becoming SOMEBODY...

 

 

 

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