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Seed of Doubt
to the man that thought
I would never make it
to the man that sneered and chuckled
when my five year old self dreamed
To the man that told me:
‘Make a lot of money first, then see if you still want to follow THAT dream’
Thank you,
you got me thinking
maybe you’re right
but then again what if you are wrong?
You planted yourself inside of me
I’ve spent 18 years digging you out
covering you with the truth because all you speak is lies
you hide inside whispering
stupid
loser
you grow and shout
insignificant
failure
pathetic
weak
miserable
well it’s time to take an axe to that tree
swing, I am intelligent
swing, I am successful
swing, I am worthwhile
you’re tipping I see you breaking with every throw of the blade
swing, I am strong
Swing, I am happy
swing, I am loved
But, don’t you see
I’m here, I made it, with no help from you
I don’t step foot in the prints that have gone before me
six of my siblings didn’t go to college
I come from a broken family
little was expected
but don’t you see
my two younger brothers should have the same opportunity
to my little brothers who have dreams:
pioneer your own ways
take those two feet God gave you and run!
run along side those dreams that you were told are preposterous
your lungs will hurt from the race for your dream
your eyes will dry with no more tears after facing it all
and just as you are approaching your dreams, reach!
reach out with your hands never letting them go