The Dream of Making it

Wed, 04/01/2015 - 20:41 -- nwjjay


The stress of the world

of the eyes of the others.

Father, sister, mother, brother.

Always watching and waiting

observing to see

what is it you’ll be,

but more importantly

how can you become who you’re meant to be.

The pressure not to be perfect,

but to be near close

so that you can outsmart

and outshine

every joker that tries

to do what you do

and become just like you.

To achieve the dream

of a life worth living;

the same dream we all dream

and only few are found worth winning.

The fear that never leaves a heart

turning every corner.

The stress is always there.

The reminders,


waiting and watching

like the hearing impaired clerk

forced to work day in

day out.

She is the future

looking you in the eye

unless maybe

if you’re lucky

you can just scrape by.  

The dreams they promote

is a dream that we fear

for in failing the dream

you will disappear into



the failure of the dream.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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