Palms sweating clock ticking,
Thinking to myself in my head am I just another hopeless victim
Thoughts flashing in my head of becoming another statistic
Not going to college getting a degree or getting knocked up or being poverty stricken
Not I, as I sat in thought to myself, I was born a winner with big dreams and a bunch of ambition
I am what I make of life so I got to make it count
I feel like its fourth quarter fourth down and no more time-outs
No one can hold me back or shadow my shine with words of doubt
People’s glares of judgment staring at me attention focused harder on me than the person there speaking aloud about
Mixed emotions of school wondering if the professors are going chew me up in spit me out
But failure is not an option and I kicked the thought of given up out
Aha its funny someone told me you only live once n this is the part of my journey where I make it count
I don’t have much to laugh n smile about n times like this the world is cold even in a summer drought
The only thing holding this scholarship from me is the person who decides who the winner is
One thing about money it is the root of all evil but we are all use to this
It makes the world go round and influences people’s foolishness and ignorance
But my intended purpose is to use it for a new idea
Rise above the rest and use it for educational purposes
I don’t have time to be trying to keep up with the Jones‘s
Riding around on 20’s and flossing my big chains and rollies
I’m just trying to make some A’s
So a year or two from now I can cross a stage happy I graduated and became a nurse on that day
People will walk up to me wave and congratulate
In the end with or without this my future is still the same even if that means saving every penny from here on today
My future shines bright and this little light of mine will soon shine outside of me
I only have family and friends and this poem and people who have doubted me
I thank you’ll U made me what I am, I am proud of me
Sometimes the thoughts in my head get so bored they go for a stroll through my mouth
And only good comes from this because I tell you like it is no need for a run around
I am a young black female with a heart of gold but I myself story is being written some of it will go untold
But if I only wrote once just know it’d be the best story told