Struggle Yet
Tick, tick I hear the clock whispering,
whispering to my heart and soul,
the words of wisdom, it whispers.
Put in more effort, it says.
But the more effort I put in,
reaching my goals look like an illusion.
Working under the scorching sun has been unto thee food,
The sweet from my body, my water
And pressure my spouse
Hard work has ceased to be the way to success
Since my skin color has replaced it.
The less privileged hope seems to be darker than Halloween,
and their future plans close to abortive.
Depravity unto us like siblings,
See nothing wrong, those benefitting from it.
hopes seem to fade,
depression, and hardship unto thee as a best friend.
.
I thought dirty hands were a sign of clean money?
should I follow their wide path?
should I still stick to my narrow path?
this narrow path that looks endless?
will I ever wake up from this nightmare?
These questions keep dancing at my foot.
Staying up at night has been my hobby
my life seems empty and void,
life has chosen foul to me,
I keep repeating these words to myself.
I should get rid of all these negativity
I know one day the sun shall shine on me.
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