Why Do This?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Why do I do this?

Why do I torture myself at the ungodly hour?

For them.

I don't know who they are

But I know who they will be

 

They will be fulfilled

Never to hunger or thirst

Never to be kept awake from scarcity

 

They will be secure

Never to fear the dark

Never to suffer a cold night

 

They will be privileged 

Never to know the struggle

Never to wander the roads at day

 

They will be loved

Never to question their worth

Never to feel pushed away

And as I cuddle them in my arms. they'll know everything's okay

 

So I'll spend my days studying

I'll stay up late perfecting this paper

And I'll get up at this ungodly hour

 

I'll pack my bag with the flourish of education

I'll drag myself to class no matter how tired I am

And I'll do it all again.

 I'll do it for them.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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