Knowledge > Money

Fri, 01/16/2015 - 19:04 -- JXiong

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The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.”--Vince Lombardi

Coming from Milwaukee to the suburbs

I struggled to cover the numbers

Of the income of my father and mother

Because it was under that of the others

 

No one knew, no one wondered

Why I never had the latest brands

Why I enjoyed the lunch everyone thought was bland

Why I never back talked the teachers’ commands

And so they misunderstand

 

They think I’m poor, they think I’m a bore

They dip their buckets into pity and pour me more

They think they know me, they act like they adore me

But in reality, they ignore me

Even my teachers don’t see a future for me

 

Just because I’m from the hood

They think I could not achieve what I have already withstood?

Man, screw it! I got into Stanford!

I got a three point eight O

I got all the A’s I said I would

 

Because I worked with what I had

No money but I still have my head

No calculator but I still did the math

No guide but I’ll still walk my own path

 

Because I was blessed with this knowledge

To overcome the challenge and to stay modest

To keep moving forward regardless

 

With this knowledge, my dreams are accomplished

With this knowledge, their judgments are demolished

With this knowledge, I am flawless.







 

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