In the Cycle

It was just another day of school.

Another day of being cool with my dudes, and being smooth for the ladies.

It was just another day at school

When I got off the overly packed bus of rust, where a bunch of teenagers are fussing, kissing, cussing, and smell of must.

For me it was just another day of gaining the knowledge and earning the wisdom.

Then as I approach my door, I see a piece of paper that reads “NOTICE OF EVICTION.”

All my mind could see was another reminder that I am a poverty victim.

I have lived here and there and just about everywhere,

 So this was the last place on the list of things I would be missing.

But all the really bothered me were all of the friends

Who said they were there until the end,

Only for me to find out when I left that I would never  ever hear from them again.  

Through all the of life’s phases, all of the faces I have seen, and the places I have been,

and all the places I’ll go when the wind blows,

I begin to think that I live in a world where I wasn’t born to win.

But, I was raised NOT TO LOSE,

 TO LET THE STRENGTH WITHIN PREVAIL.

SO WHEN ADVERSITY IS IN MY FACE I CHASE HIM, I GIVE HIM HELL.

I MAKE HIM RUN AND TELL HIS MOMA THAT AGAINST ALL ODDS WHEN I WAS KNOCKED DOWN AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO FAIL, I GOT OF MY ASS, BRUSHED IT OFF AND LAUGHED, AND THEN WITH FLYING COLORS I PASSED!

 I mean, WHO ARE YOU TO IMPEDE MY NEED TO SUCCEED?

WHO ARE YOU TO IMPOSE ON ME REACHING MY PROSPEROUS GOALS OF ESCAPING THE MAN-MADE, GENERATIONAL CYCLE CALLED “POVERTY?”

To escape this bottomless pit, you must have a lot of endurance, strength and self assurance.

You must be physically, mentally, and emotionally fit or else… because no one can help. Change starts with YOURSELF!

All I wish for is a comfy seat at the table of good health and wealth.

I don’t just do it for myself…

I DO IT SO MY KIDS’ KID’S KIDS’ GRANDKIDS’

NEVER EVER HAVE TO FEEL THE WRATH OF THE

DEHUMANIZING THING CALLED “POVERTY!”

 

So, for as long as I survive,

There is not a force alive,

Either divine or made by science,

That will stop my ride to the top side of the glass ceiling.

See, I have drive even on an empty tank.

I am stuck in the cycle, so there’s no time to waste…