You helped me grow

Like a flower from the concrete

You helped me show

Made me better

Like butter on toast

Pushed me to win

So when I got tears in my eyes

You say it gets better for the kid

 Keep my head up to pretty for tears

I stay fly with the pen  

Above the hate

Depression will never break in

Spit fire

My poems only getting hotter

I will succeed higher

 Like Mariah

I’m a fighter

I stick and move like bee

I move this way from everything you taught me