Standing Ovation
You ever live a life full of mysteries and
Just wonder.....
Who are you destined to be and what kind
Of things you were destined to do....
Coming across with people who open the doors
To success... so every new accomplishment
I hold up a fist symbolizing my individuality as a human
Person but think about it harrd it really means
The success of a young blacc youth....
Who is Mel some may ask......I who you call the most efficient with words with
sympathy converting into harmony and as my words of metaphors enlightens
thoughts in ya heads....the progress to my Panamanian dream becomes reality.....
Ladies and gentlemen I present to you what is called
Reality in the making.
Walking in the light in which I can say if I aint getting noticed let myself be
Burring my past and creating a new beginning
Remember No sacrifice equals no victory
And as my epitome of taking my poetry
reflects a hidden talent within me I hold up my fist once
More and say I don't hold up not only for the skin color
Of for the broths and sistah that made history
I hold it up because of my individuality and
Stand as a successful brotha to become history in the making
And as I live under one nation and its under god
As the blood rushing my vein burst out the color red white and blue
I repeat myself again....I hold up my fist not because of my broths and sistah who
made history
I want to make history
And when making it to the top I look down on my haters as they struggle to make
their way to the top
Im over the edge so I say.......Who ARE YOU?
Copyright © Mel S | Year Posted 2011
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