What if I can’t make it ?
What if I can’t take the pressure ?
Am I’m good enough ?
Good enough to have an opportunity .
It’s like all my life I’ve been hearing that I won’t be **** because I’m retarded .
I will end up dead like some worthless proof thug .
What if they are right ?
What if I’m not good enough ?
I should die.
Did anybody care when I let go of Love Jefferson and Leonardira ?
Did anybody care when I was at Chicken Express ?
Did anybody care when I wrote poetry ?
Is Christopher Carson Burton myself is trash ?
What if I can’t be good enough ?
What if people can’t accept me as successful as them.
I want to be good enough just like them.
It don’t matter whether you’re stupid
Your black brown or white
Never give a damn what people say because you are good enough to push yourself.
All I want is people to look in my eyes and tell me am I’m good enough ?
I want to prove them wrong.
I want to be above
But I’m trying
Don’t give up Christopher repeatedly in my mind .
Don’t give up.
Your Number one.
You got to be number one baby
Pick yourself off
You cry and whine
Dirt off your shoulders
Walk with swag.
Talk with pride and self esteem feel the vibe in you.
Everybody’s counting on you don’t fail try try your almost there because if you don’t try then people will be right about you don’t ever let go and say you’re not good enough because I believe no I know that everyone has a dream to fly and shall finish.
Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016
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