My Only Shot at Success
As a child,
Mind always wondering
Who am I,
Who am I gonna be
Be happy
Or make money
Be a doctor,
Be a teacher,
Be a lawyer
Or be me,
Be an interior designer
Making houses,
Homes
Just because
My parents
Didn’t complete their
Dreams
Didn’t mean I couldn’t.
Be the first
To follow through
Live the life
I have
Always
Wanted.
Money always
An issue
Doing the best
They
Could.
Making me
Want to do
Better
Doing all I can
To making my
Dream come true
Not be a failure
In their eyes.
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