The Cost of a Dream

The hobby of learning earns weird looks.

I try not to see them while I read my books.

I know some day I'll be in college, 

And I will love my extensive knowledge.

But it's difficult to see that far ahead,

Through all the mean looks and the bull shit that's said.

Brains are powerful and meant for more, 

Than trying to fit in for fear of being shoved out the door. 

I will honor and use my brain even if it means I have to fight.

I can fight off the words of the insignificant children who think they are full of might. 

As long as I keep working toward my dream of being intelligent,

I know I can continue being benevolent.

To both those who hurt me and those who love,

I thank you for enabling me to fly away like a white peace dove.

 

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