Mama
Mama , I can hear the planes overhead fly by ,
Mama , I see every teen holding the Iphone five ,
Mama , the world has changed so much in my seventeen years of living,
Everything has evolved and been made better, only thing that is the same , well , is maybe our breathing,
College is around the corner Mama , im leaving.
I start to, imaginate and exacerbate and anticipate
the amount of money that we will have to create .
out of thin air , because College is a must and I'll finish it I swear.
But Mama , why don't make that face ,
Everything will be fine you'll see when I graduate from this place
and pursue with a ferocious notion of pride, a better life all because of your relentless faith.
I know the time has come rapidly ,
but I will be the first college student from our family ,
to say I'll be the last one is just insanity ,
planes and phones and technology evolve that's the reality ,
money for college ain't a problem , it's a tragedy.
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