ItsAllWorthIt
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I pity the fools who tried to rob me of my innocence,
Of my hope for a society -
For a world -
Where I'm not judged by the color of my skin or the mysterious voices I look to for guidance;
To pick up the pieces self-shattered
Undo the mess I helped create.
To ignore the internal bruises
As my heart continues to palpitate.
I don’t want to live with the pain of failure
But I’m afraid to die.
Bragging rights are rights for a reason,
I work hard day to day, quarter to quarter, season to season.
The “overachiever?” The “teacher’s pet?” The “know it all?”
Go ahead, I’ve been called them all.
