feeling lucky
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From one of thirty six,
to forty six thousand six hundred fifty six.
Snake eyes in three,
nearly impossible to see.
Not all is controlled by some self,
Life is full of numbers,
Poetry has taught me
That I am lucky to be free.
I am lucky that I may speak,
That I may sleep,
That I may breathe.
America was created for all
No matter what size even short or tall
Yet not everyone is treated the same
Throughout the years there has been little to no change
The demand for equality is great
What makes me smile?
Is it being popular?
Having the best car?
Or Having the latest technology?
Many would say it depends
But what makes me really smile is...
When the leaves turn a different color
Thrown into life with no say;
born to a mother in a high school daze
who’s only direction was the bottle
of hard A – “adult juice”.
A father who gambled – and lost –
