My Past Is My Motivation

Never give up

Two years ago i was a rebel student 

A clueless human

Who thought didn't have a bright future 

Because i thought i was too stupid

For school

Because my mind was polluted 

Filled with drugs, gangs and gangsta music 

Never thought of going to college 

Because i was surrounded with 

Gang bangers and crack addicts

Drop outs i knew

That didn't know much of mathematics 

I knew i was the smart one out of all of them 

But lost hope because i was becoming like one of them  

I remember when my "homies" told me  i was supposed to live like this

Because i was brown and Mexican

Raised by two undocumented immigrants

Never listened to them

Living on poverty 

Is what got me motivated 




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