To be successful is hard
Yet, to fail is a given.
It's ok to be '16 and pregnant'
That’s the world we live in.
I look up at the TV screens
And think they got it great.
Watch the news and here the bash
Wishing they'd give Obama a break.
See, he reached that far through struggle
And they’re quick to throw him out.
To lie and continually point fingers
Not knowing what the issue is about.
My eyes are wide open
But I'm a child, so what's the use?
To sit there and understand what they're saying,
But unable to touch the caboose
The world keeps spinning without me
While I think to see the light
Scared of the pain it may carry
With ending my own life
Doomed from the start with stereotypes
No hope in humanity
Hearing gun shots is normal
With no room for creativity
So what do I do now?
With my head down, I'm thinking
My back against the wall, I survive
While the world I grew in is sinking
I wanna be somebody different
But I wanna tell my story
Of how my mind hasn’t left me yet
And how undoubtedly paved the way for me
Looking at my older family
Watching them fail just at school
Looking below at my younger ones
Praying to GOD they don’t think it’s cool
So I move forward and persevere
Since it’s my turn to cross the stage
To finally hear mom say she’s proud
And dad watches me grace with age
Of how the world is a terrible place
Yet, I’m still here and proud
And how my size doesn’t make my story
I just push through this heavy cloud
Explain that Weirdo isn’t a bad thing
I wear the label on my chest
When someone says it, embrace it
Because in this life, you are blessed
I wanna tell the world my story
Of how I got here in the end
But there’s much I wanna tell you
How will I ever begin?
I guess I’ll start with a small time story
About a girl I know so well
And how she became a young lady
After breaching through her domestic shell