What Will I Be
I look around
I am hopeful
I believe there is possiblity
But to my surprise chaos is all that I see
The are more black men in jail
Than at a four year university.
Babies have babies
The new grandmother is fourty-five
To me that implies something has gone terribly wrong three times
Young girl, young man you are packed full of potential
You should have more pride
You are wourth more than what is in your pants
Or what lies in between your thighs.
You have a bright future regardless of what you are told
You can be great
Just be strong
Be bold
Nothing in life is given
Just put forth a little work
Hard maybe tedious but it has its perks
Sometimes life can feel like a behemoth
But you young man, young girl
Remember your are worth and you can reach the zenith
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