Tragedy to a somebody!
I hit rock bottom and became nothing,
Threatened to take my life, they thought I was bluffing,
I attempted a few times but I was choking,
Deep down I knew I was created for something.
My mama said to me
"You lived through your tragedy
To be a somebody!
Go to school, get a job, stop sitting around moping"
After that day, after our talk, I started thinking...
Who do I want to be?
Next day I picked up the phone randomly,
Called a culinary college, hesitatingly,
Went to view the school and signed up surprisengly
I love my school, and love my peers!
I'm so glad my mama inspired me,
To be who I am and I am thankful for her words daily!
Thanks to her I am finally working to be somebody!
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