Growth
Sink or swim,
that was probably something I learned back in school.
no swimming involved just listening.
Growing up and moving on up
the hardest thing I had to learn how to do was to swim.
Just by simply focusing and even staying engaged
I still felt as if I was trapped in a cage with sudden rage
no one heard me but, I wanted to be heard
I didn’t understand and I couldn’t
but growing up I decided to move forward
no back strocking just straight moving forward
the once D’s and F’s turned into A’s and B’s
even my new teachers started to be pleased
I was moving forward now I could see
finally I realized that just by asking questions?
You could be free!
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