The Grind

There are people that make it

And those who don’t.

 

Some are given wealth out of their mind

And others learn to grind.

 

We push through the hours

Just to get what should be ours

 

Never giving up

Always giving out

 

The minutes turn into days

The days into weeks

The weeks into months

And the months into years

 

But we learn

To earn

 

Sweat and tears

Put a pride in our step

 

Others don’t get it

They haven't been where we’ve been

 

But we persevere

And have what no one can take away.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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