Too Much Brain to Waste

I am a student
I live in the hood but my mind lives in the books
Instead of sharing ways to break the rock apart
I rather share these words that seem to flow like word fart
Brooklyn
New Carrollton
All places that want to hold me back
Destroy my future ahead of me
Place a ring on my finger
Marry me and try to keep me trapped
I sit in classrooms on hot, sunny days
Because I'd rather burn from heat of a working brain
Than to die from streets that hit me with sun rays
I am a student
Whose parent can't afford much but put me on a pedestal
To tell me that one day I will be great
She'd say
Keep reading those books, you'll make it to the finish line one way
These words are my gods
For I am the maker of my capabilities
Although my pockets sit on empty
And my home await eviction
Instead of waiting for the world to change
And protesting to my unknown conviction
I am making a name for myself
Not enriched with wealth or big houses and cars
Simply putting my hopes and dreams in the air
Making a place for them next to the stars.