MayChangeMyLife
Learn more about other poetry terms
Your upraised so high, and I am so low
I upraise you so high, each and every day
Each night I lower you down, like a show
We complete this task, even in the gray
I was made from love
To be loved and to love.
I was made to serve
Not to serve the ones who have everything under control
But the ones who can’t help themselves
The ones who lost hope
One job.
One path.
No money.
"You will get a job."
"There is no money in teaching."
"You will be great!"
"I would never have the patience to work in Special Education."
