The Future
The future
It belongs to me and anyone else
With a dream.
I dream of becoming a business owner
and I am in school to do just that.
I was the first woman in my family
to graduate from high school,
now that's a hard fact.
My infant son is my muse
and every single day I strive,
I STRIVE,
to make his childhood way better than mine.
I was abused, used, bullied,shunned, and I still
made it out alive.
Education is my only way out.
I'm using my knowledge from college
to do the things I need to do,
as well as setting a fine example for my
little man,
who I love more than life itself.
Someday.
In The Future.
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