Great Expectations Not By Charles Dickens


Growing up, I was never the favorite.

The didn't-matter-never-did-get-your-grades-up.

My mom was a nurse, my dad a PhD.

My stepmom's doing her diss and I know she's going to make it.

I walk a fine line, trying so hard not mess up.

The things is, messing up has always been expected of me.

They want me to have straight A's, but I stay up late

so at school I'm tired, in a haze.

I fall asleep in french class.

"I got this, is easy. Screw that. Mom, did you know I have an A in that class?"

I bet she didn't. I bet she doesn't. I bet she never did.

There's four of us, we all came out of her.

I'll still forever and alays be the disappointment kid.

People,friends, teachers tell me "Make sure you go to college, you're a bright enough kid."

"Be good, you can get in for free."

And I am good. I stay in every weekend and read and tweet.

I make my friends by talking to the people from my school on my twitter feed.

I just don't have the money to get out of this state.

This house, Phoenix, this city I hate.

I'll leave here one day.

 I'll go to Tucson if I have to, Georgia, Seattle, to UCLA.

I'm working, I'm trying to get the motivation I need.

I can shine brighter than ever.

Graduate college, be successful.

I'll make my mama happy.




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