Growth

Sun, 04/28/2019 - 16:30 -- Tyrab

 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!

This poem is about: 
Me

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