keepongoing
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I had the odds against me at the start of my days,
Elders holding my mother within their icy gaze.
"You know you can't keep him, it's a danger to your future",
It was them against her, a devout refuter.
It’s the sound of my fingertips
tapping against computer keys,
the sound of the wheels in my mind turning,
the sound of my soul churning out
words that flow,
prose
into poetry,
Jumping over the obstacle and breaking through,
No one is going to tell me what I can and cannot do.
I've got my shoes laced up and headphones in,
The beat of the music telling me the power comes from within.
