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Ashante Ford Poem
I see a little girl,
ambition in her eyes...
wanting but not wanting to be everything that is great.
too young for a job,
but old enough to work,
just to work on becoming great.
a burning desire,
ambition in her eyes...
doing well for her was never a suprise,
she began to become everything she dreamed of,
but she rested her head on the pillow and
she thought of reality,
is her greatness just a dream?
who is this little girl that I always seem to see?
when I dream of her, does she
dream of me?
Or am I just seeing and not seeing who I am growing up to be...
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Copyright © Ashante Ford | Year Posted 2014
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Ashante Ford Poem
I sometimes just think to myself
about all the things I should be,
The things I could be but..
What's going to end up being me?
I'm not sure.
I'm never sure.
My anxieties eat me alive but I brush
them off me like they're temporary
problems or lightweight champions.
I think of my life..
And how its going to be,
I wish and wish for better days
And every wrong decision I make,
I lose hope.
But hopefully when I'm hoping,
My hope grows and it shows.
I just want what I can't have and
need what I don't need.
I want to be successful and love
everything I do.
but how?
How can I...
Its the question I keep stumbling
upon.
Lately I've been just.. faking who I
am.
Keeping everything in.
I can't express what I am or who I
am without being judged so what's
the point?
Atleast I can dream.
About my fantasy that might be
more than closer to reality than I
think.
Copyright © Ashante Ford | Year Posted 2014
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