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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.


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