Thank You
You told me I couldn’t because you couldn’t
You told me I shouldn’t because he should
Your fists told me not to try
I didn’t listen, even as they told me again
The bench was cold
The hours were long
The food was gone
Wearing the same dirty clothes
Eating the same dirty scraps
Working the same tired shifts
I walked on that stage
I cried on that stage
Because I did what you told me I couldn’t
Thank you for being there for me to prove you wrong
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