It's Time to Live

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The world seems to move at fast pace

things seem to grow and die like their in a race

Life is running like it’s being chased

Time is going to fast to waste

 

There’s becomes this point in life

where you just want time to stop and slow down

because you don’t know what comes next

where you become scared of the future

you're afraid that the one or things you love may not be

that its not the beautiful picture you planned in your head

friends become enemies like a drunk and his henesy

old memories become vague

To the point that you wished the past had stayed

Right where it was

or that you had the ability to go back like a bookmark in a page

It’s the world you were scared of laid right before your eyes

 

That’s where I find myself

Not wanting to turn the page

To this place that seems unfamiliar

A peculiar world

I am running in place

Holding on to everything I want to stay

Picking up pieces to a puzzle trying to erase my struggle

But it’s not going to happen

because I keep putting pieces where they don’t belong

like a child in a foster home

 

I am the girl with the big dreams

the girl who's tired of being a stereotypical teen

who's tired of sitting in classrooms

made in a rigged system

whose outline my life and curriculum in white chalk

and color me in with a black crayola

telling me to dream the impossible

but see forgot mommy always taught that with GOD anything is possible

so I break their standards

and deviate from their status quote

I dream of being the valedictorian in an Ivy league

being a teacher because those are the people that teach you to dream  

 

I am not blind to the fact that it may be a struggle

but what is life if it isn’t a jigsaw puzzle  

if it doesn’t have obstacles

and hurdles to jump

waterfalls to create with tears

and mountains that are suppose to be impossible to move

 

Maybe it will be a little harder for me

being born cerebral palsy doesn’t make life easy

being in and out of hospitals for the beginning of my life doesn’t make it breezy

I’m not weezy spitting the typical lines of rappers

cause i know life ain't easy

but I’m not a punk i don't let statistics make me weak and queasy

College is my next step

and I know all it take is hard work dedication and a little help

 

 

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