Aspirations

Denying my strong suits
every aspiration
strong enough to motivate
two young arms and a heart
clutching for success
In a world so full of pressure
all fallen on my chest.
Each lungful of desperation
working towards finally working-
to be proactive, to make a living
even though I'm already alive.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world
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