That Girl
Emergency heart surgery,
Well doc what is it going to be?
She’s not going live
Well, is she?
She was born premature, right?
Yeah.
4 months exactly.
The doctors thought she was a goner.
Mom and Dad never gave up on her
Against all odds, she survived
Overcame every obstacle
And she did it with pride
Growing up she tried,
But her best was not good enough
Constantly being compared to another
I bet she wanted to be just like her mother
Let’s just fast forward a few years
A new house, high school
It’s supposed to be cool, right?
Same friends
Some unchanged, some pretend
Senior year
Its easy right?
What do you want to be?
Filled with tears
Anger and confusion
A supportive father?
It’s all an illusion
Community college?
I CAN’T STAY HERE!
My own personal hell, my biggest fear
A quick call to the office of admissions
You’ve been accepted,
Congratulations.
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