My Journey

Wed, 05/10/2017 - 03:50 -- JoseL2G

Staring up at the ceiling

Fourth year, in a garage.

The paint was peeling

But the plane was still spinning.

So much darkness

Yet no worries.

Years of labour, learning, living, losing.

All fighting for a future of tranquility.

Every step I take, everyone is always fightin' me.

14 year past,

But now I'm enlightened, see?

Lost so many already

I thought I paid my fee

But this is only the beginning, geez.

I'm first in my family

To go for my goals

And everyone already knows.

Many have doubted me,

But they'll just wait n' see.

1st generation

Coming from a family of immigration, 

I'm not scarred, I'm not nervous,

I'll be back, and I won't be swerving.

I pursue my happiness

The dream ain't dead, It's just hiding,

And we gotta find it. 

The U.S giving us all these options.

I'm gracious for the opportunities, 

Make be like "I ain't losing, see?"

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
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