As the bright rays of sunlight hit my face in the early morning,

I am woken up to the melody,

The melody of gunshots,

A song that I hear every day, as I travel to and from school,

A place filled with the dealings of drugs and alcohol,

A place hidden from the eyes of the parents and faculty,

But hidden within the inner workings of the school,

Lies something that makes me want to attend every day,

It is the pursuit of knowledge,

An entity that can promise the poor riches if they work hard enough,

An entity that guarantees a future for those that were told it didn’t existed,

Knowledge is what I desire, and that desire wakes me up each morning,

In order to secure more of it, I would, if I could, not go to sleep at all.