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Deep in the struggles of a land
Caught in economic turmoil
A young girl walks through the rain
But far away, she dreams
She dreams of a happy life
One not plagued by hurt and pains
She dreams of a happy family
One day she would have
She imagines herself
In a beautiful house
With white picket fences
All around
She dreams of beating the odds
And to become a great attorney
Probably some day she’ll return
And fight for her people
Ice cream and cake are but just a myth
She dreams of one day having a taste
Instead of the cry bean cake
She dreams of one day driving
Taking a soothing cruise
“My Children will never walk”
30 miles a day
Water will flow clear and free
She’ll take 3 baths a day
And for once, there will be light
So she could watch those funny Ads.
“I will make it and I will survive!”
My dreams I will attain
I will acquire what I desire
And though I fail, I will never retire!
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Samuel
I'm 26 years old.
And this is my creed.
My voice is a tool in destiny's toolbox.
My words are the ammo of providence's slingshot.
My thoughts are the paths in fate's journey,
My intentions projections of success divine.
I write because I choose to speak
of the things the cause the world to spin.
I write because I can
and i believe my words will someday make an impact.
I'm not an agent of change as some many conclude or think.
I'm just the wind that blows and spreads the forest fire.
Join me and together we can walk to destiny's dream.
Love to all
I'm not a poet
I'm just me
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nice Avenida Stewart | Oct 17th, 2005
simply nice
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