Every day seems somber.
I look away and
as I walk to school
I can feel myself removed.
I watch myself sit there in class
I watch myself write
I watch myself get through it
and i watch myself do whats right.
But what my professor doesn't know
wont hurt him
but what my teacher doesn't know
wont swerve him.
No one knows the life I live at home
No one knows the desperation that causes me to be here
No one knows the struggle within me
No I'm not a normal student
No I'm not lazy
No i'm not tired
I'm in a struggle
a struggle to be better
to raise even higher
not simply becasue I can
but because I am.
Becasue UP, is the only path i know
because I have choie but to be here
no choice but to learn more
Because Professor I dont have the funds
No sir, i don't have the guns
But I do have a dream
a strong dream at that
that nothing, not money
not even I can stop from accomplishing
a dream that God himself has placed in my heart
A dream that MUST be sought