The First

To be the first,

What a wonderful thought.

To be the first in a family,

Oh how much has been fought

To achieve something my family has not.


“You can do it” constantly playing in my mind

“Nothing can stop you as long as you believe”

But I knew so little and was so blind.


To be the first is so beautiful but so difficult

So difficult to achieve the highest result


But to be the first, is a lonely ride

To be the first to learn about applying, loans,

Payment plans, acceptance, and denies

But this ride has grown me.


This ride that I’ve had to partly do alone

Has made me the woman I am today.


College, adulting and life will not lead me astray

It has only allowed for me to find my zone.


This poem is about: 
My family
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