The Grind
There are people that make it
And those who don’t.
Some are given wealth out of their mind
And others learn to grind.
We push through the hours
Just to get what should be ours
Never giving up
Always giving out
The minutes turn into days
The days into weeks
The weeks into months
And the months into years
But we learn
To earn
Sweat and tears
Put a pride in our step
Others don’t get it
They haven't been where we’ve been
But we persevere
And have what no one can take away.
This poem is about:
Me
My community