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Ballad Graduation Poems | Ballad Poems About Graduation
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I cant read and write can somebody teach me,you tell young people like me that education is the key,I want it,I need it can somebody show me,theres a million things on my mind like who i wanna be but without education there is no me.Its been running heavy on my mind like 1+1 and 3×3 but a young person like me cant count because I been thuggin it out here in these streets,if i told you i was a mastermind would you believe me,right right is what they all say to me,Im not a dummie or a fool dont try to rule me because I dont have an education you think you can fool me.Education,education is what i hear from the hours of 6 to 3.My momma and my daddy keep preaching to me about "child go get an education and graduate for me,now that im in school there isn't a thing you can tell me,I can read,I can write wow I even know my abc's.Education is the number one thing you should have when tryin to survive in these streets because without that knowledge you will get ruined out here in these streets always remember that education is the key
Copyright © karisse stelus | Year Posted 2014
As I walk this road
Down campus life
In perpetual mode
Will I be a wife?
Bitter roads ahead
Made of highs and lows
Hanging out with friends
Throwing little blasted blows
Dare I write a book
Give me credit here
In my gleaning state
Don't let this mind die
In a cold dark room
Quiet the impatience
Of my glorious doom
Give me cheers not jeers
Clapping hands all day
Sewing in tears
Is the price one pays
Beneath the black caps
Flooding from the sky
Sitting to and fro
Do I dare not sigh
Had I not fought hard
Through those bleakful days
I'd have sunk beneath the heads
In the Spring of May
Copyright © Cheree Scott | Year Posted 2015
When I was born,
I learned how to breathe.
My Mama held me in her arms.
She said that she would never let me leave.
Several months later,
I learned to take my first steps.
Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip.
She filled my heart, to the deepest depths.
A couple years later,
I learned to tie my shoes.
Mama taught me how to button my coat.
I had all I could want, nothing to loose.
I grew a little,
Then I rode the bus to school.
Mama followed the bus all the way there.
She missed me; there was no one to fool.
Soon after that,
I left for summer church camp.
Mama made sure I packed my bug spray.
I think her eyes got a little bit damp.
Some more years passed,
Then for the Lord I made a decision.
Mama stood proud with a big grin.
My life had great dreams and visions.
About two years later,
I talked to Mama, told her God's plan.
Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried.
I told her I must follow God's hand.
I stand strong and believe.
Mama says I've taught her strength.
And trusting God leaves her heart relieved.
One day soon,
I'll wear a graduation cap.
Mama will congradulate me.
With her gentle hands she will clap.
One day her hand will let me go.
She'll watch and wait for my return.
But her heart will hold me close though.
Copyright © Kimberly Clarke | Year Posted 2006
We have finally made it
Through this last year
Now we must face
Our deepest fear
On our own we must go
This wheel of life we must steer
Life is yet to come
It has finally just begun
Our lives now depend
On choices of thy own
Now one can’t afford
To sit around ad get stoned
We must make choices
That are very difficult
Yet the right one will reveal
Awards as a result
Your future is what
Only you make
Yet as y you grow older,
If you can believe in your ability
And not think the world is on your shoulders
You will lead
A life filled with joy
And rewards, yet this only happens
When one is employed
You choices from today,
And onward into the years
Will undoubtedly reveal
How your life will be
Just so long as you don’t
Piss it away, and you just wait and see
For you’re the one
Who may change the world
Just lead a straight line
Don’t follow your horde
Prevail you may
Yet if you shall fail
Pull yourself back up,, for that job you dream of
Is not unreachable
You shall find, after you get that job
That your check has always
Been in the mail
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006