One Day

I wake in the morning, just to see the same scene

people rushing down the halls most under eighteen.

We go to class, sit down, and write

then when we reach our homes we work through the night.

We all have these hopes that we hope to turn to a reality,

but if all we do is school and work, we end up feeling like a nobody.

My hope is for one day this all will be worth it,

I will look at my future and say I'm proud I hadn't forfeit.

I roll out of bed and to myself I say,

that all this work will be worth it one day.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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