Millionaire
A millionaire,
By now,
I should be.
No thanks,
To haters,
In my family,
And my community.
Big ups,
To all,
Who supported me.
A millionaire,
Yes, it should've happened
By now.
Seven books,
In one year,
And working too, wow!
But no, now,
I had to start over,
From dealing with,
People who I knew,
Dearly who clearly,
Messed over me.
This time last year,
I had no money,
No Christmas gifts,
No home.
But the year before,
I happily walked back,
Through my familiar,
Front door to get nothing,
But the utmost disrespect,
By people who should be,
Attempted murder prime,
Suspects.
People who lied
On my intellect, credibility,
Talents, and gave me hell,
Because with gifts God,
Treated me well.
I will say again,
Whoever and wherever,
thank you to my true
Friends and family,
Not at home, you see.
How in the world would
A sucess end up with so
Much tragedy? Well, it
All happened to me.
I see all of this now
As part of a testimony,
A temporary tragedy,
Which permanently
Uplifted me. Yes, indeed!
A millionaire,
By now,
I should be.
Distribution
In fifty countries
Globally and counting,
Made it to major
University libraries.
Monroe, LA,
No thanks to thee.
No thanks to many members of
My family and community.
Thanks again to those who
Really truly supported me.
Thanks so much to God
My true deity.
A millionaire,
Soon I will be.
The poverty, abuse,
And racism that
Once cursed me
Will forever be erased.
I thank God finally,
For being in a better place.
A millionaire,
I will be.
Not because of me
But what God wrote in my destiny.
copyright 2012- Nicole S. Brown- All rights reserved.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2012
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