One Job May Change My Life Poetry Slam
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Since I was young, I've had a dream.
I looked up to my Papa; A U.S. Marine.
Though I was naive, and got new ideas.
Now I'll do my time with four years;
Anatomy, Chemistry, psychology and more.
Some day I want to explore.
I want to swim
And experience things I never have before.
Never was the brainiac in school.
More like the distraction in my peer's paths to their life goals and dreams.
Pops ain't shit...Moms ain't shit...So what does that mean for me..?
To dream of words is as trying to crawl away from the high walls
Losing ones mind in creativity is risking a stable future
The voices of untold stories wait as they scream their calls
My dream job that I would like to accomplish in this life that I have is to cause children and people in general to smile not only through my main job but through the music I want to put out in the world.
This dream I dreamed,
I dreamed of a job of great caliber.
I was glittering blitheness and success.
I would love a job that Inspires
But how do you define the career that fits your direction
The Job I desire
PARENTS
TEACHERS
COUNCILORS
BROTHERS
SISTERS
AUNTS
UNCLES
GRANDPARENTS
they know what you want in life
you want the grades
you want the friends
'What do you want to do with your life?'The age old question.From practically the moment we begin talking,Everyone asks us what we want to do.
Through out my life
people always ask me
"what will you do
what job will set you free?"
Days went by
I gave it some thought.
I couldn't decide
what it was I truly want.
What do doctors do?
The little girl
asked her dad one day.
Well,
he answered,
they make sick people feel better.
No daddy,
she said,
they do more than that.
My passion overtook me,
My dream-job lies in wait;
Preparing to be captured,
Ready for me to take my place.
A professor in the making,
Just below my surface clear;
One day I will get there,
Helping others and caring for others.
Doing what I can to change others lives.
Being a nurse and working hard, being strong and not going wrong.
Aspirations are what keep one going
They say dream big, but I rationalize
Not to be the richest nor the most famous
But to be stable
I aspire for a job in economics
One Job that could change my life
A job that also would cause others less strife
It changes mine, but also theirs
It requires time, a dream which tears
To cause enjoyment and spread laughter
I sit there and wonder as I hold a paperback.
What is needed to be seen?
What is needed to be heard?
I can hear two voices,
one of which is mine,
and one that dreams to be.
With their own unique sound,
and that will soon belong to me.
I can hear two voices,
one that I was born with,
Dreams have bases, places to start.
What if that start is at home, a business through your passion?
The question is, where do you go from there?
Do you stay in one place, content to run from a rooted spot?
It was hard as a kid to understand
What it was truly like to become a man
To have to actually work with your hands
And keep going even when your sweat glands
Nose glued in books day to dayNothing solid but a GPA Car repairs and tuition is in the way Perhaps grants would help, who can say?What about an occupation? That may help my fees till graduation
One job could change me
To help the world and people
Engineer I'd be
Environment needs help
As do people ev'rywhere
Through ideas and love
A child is precious,
Her life is even more so.
A life full of innocence
and little experience.
To make a child right,
teach it to be smart,
not cool, or violent
But wise
As I sit and dream about my future,
I get lost all lost in my thoughts,
And it seems that some details are suture,
And I just cannot connect the dots.
If you could have your dream job,
What would it be?
A circus performer,a food critic, a ballerina?
If I could have one job, I would want to be a
Crop production consultant
When I was younger I always thought,
Thought of school, family, friends, and my future.
By the time I was 10 I had already changed what my dream job was 8 different times,
all of them were never a reality.
Children in America are in a sense spoiled, and are lucky to live the life they have. They don't know what it's like not to have money or to have such luxuries as a cell phone or even a roof over their heads.
There's no major for what I want to be
There's no test I can take that will allow me to achieve my dream
I don't have a specific job in mind
But when I grow up
I want to be change
I want to be inspiration
Could it change my life
Or will it just change me?
This little dream in my head
Is it meant to be?
When i grab the mic
Will everyone scream?
When i grab the mic
Will they laugh at me?
Imagine:A quiet office, Set off from a living room.
A computer sits on a desk;Cameras litter the room,Pictures clutter the walls.
