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I know America
I can speak it
But not sing it
For I sing unusually
In a separate language
“Mi vida Americana”
Your job defines who you are.
Labels will be given to you- based on stereotypes about that job.
What job you have could change who you are.
A garbage collecter may be bitter at the world
One job changes people
But yet it also gives chances.
The chance to let the shy girl spread her wings
To achieve the dream she clings
Cling so tight the pencil is crushed beneath her hands
If you could only see all the dreams I’ve already given up on
A love of learning, unfortunately can only take you so far
That’s what I learned
Without a place to call to call my own
No house to call my home
This morning, today, and tonightI work my way to this career for tomorrowTo become a physical therapist when it is my time All the changes I've made from yesterday
Still looking for that first job
That will get me in the door
Waiting around, sitting on the bedroom floor
Been looking for so long
When will the search end?
We're in high school
About to face these
Harsh realities of life.
Debt, money, finances,
We are not ready for this.
We all have our dream job,
Ready to surpass the stars,
I write because I need to expel the thousands of words waltzing in my head.
I write because I have so many stories that are shouting to be read.
I write because I am taken into a world where nothing is impossible.
I see them before me
Eyes glued to me;
Waiting.
Waiting for me to tell them
All that they need to know.
I just want to make them what I know they can be
Drinking her early morning coffee, she's off to her desk jobReaching a hand for a New York City taxi, she is Everything others want her to beA woman like her has always had a dream
I feel the soft fabric
Between my fingers.
Colors everywhere,
Reds, greens, blues,
Flowers, circles, trees,
Patterns swirling around me.
I smile and think
How great it would be
A young women traveling round about
Some called her lost, some a free spirit
She never danced to the beat of another’s drum
Many trials and failures, successes and triumphs
Facing it all with weightless defiance
I have been to rugged beaches.
Seen sand laden with tiny trences,
Left by little fins.
The ocean is a dangerous place,
On land lurks the human race.
One job…may change my life.
Though dreams and wishes abound,
I wish to make them true.
Within my mind lies an ocean of ideas and dreams.
But is this to be where they stay?
A Physician Assistant.
All I want to be.
My only Dream
Help change the world
little by little.
Been my dream for years.
My dream will become reality.
It will be a new me
The One Job That Changes Lives
I hear their feet
Barely touching the ground,
Along side white wooden fences
Powerful and mysterious,
Intriguing and fascinating,
Art captures beauty and provokes intense feelings
Scooby Doo makes me laugh
Kiki's first flight filled me with awe and wonderment.
"Get a Job"
"What do you want to do in the future?"
"What do you want to be?"
"Job security"
Fear is strong,
But love is greater.
Job,
Career,
Work.
Indead the fault is in the stars,
that love can last even when death is at hand.
It shows that love can reach its fars,
follow me
I say
find yourself – be free
look around
the world is here
the world is now
yes this sun
is the same as your sun
but look more
it is bright
The beginning or the story starts dark,
In a small tight space, and a hot wet place.
Feelings of pain from her heart, i dont know why
but i have always known this women from the start.
What do I want do when I grow up?A question most of us have heard.A question that seems simple on the ouside,But on the inside,It has a much bigger meaning."I wanna be a doctor!"
Video Game Design
Kary Dujuan Goff Jr.
Vision of change, which leads to success,
I plan to get involved to, become the best.
The world is at his command
He stands tall and proud.
A kind voice rules the land
He promised equality,
In the world of his mind.
The young idealist said Honesty,
And Responsibility
My job is "student" for now,
But soon I'll be able to say, "Wow,
now that's a career!
No more financial fear!"
I'll be chasing my fortunes on the Dow.
My dream job is to write,
to create anything my heart and mind desires.
I will create worlds,
both beautiful and ugly,
new and old,
peaceful and dangerous.
I remember the day
When I knew what I wanted to be
I was so little
people were always saying
"you'll change your mind"
I was 4 and now I'm 17
and nothing has changed
Everywhere I look
Death lurks
Claiming victims all around me
The struggle of survival isn't anything new
Death is coming slowly
With or without a plea
What if I could change all that?
