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Racing against time
Racing against time.
Sailing the hustle tide.
We work where odds outweigh opportunity.
We don't follow systems, we make them.
Children of the soil, barefoot and unshaken.
Belief, the only wealth we ever owned.
Pots kept breaking at the doorway,
So we removed the doors.
We eat what we grow,
but we also grow from what we never had.
No silver spoons,
Just wooden hope and fire-wrapped plans.
They taught us to dream inside lines,
we bled outside them instead.
They named it poverty,
we called it process.
They called it humble beginnings
we saw blueprints.
Brick by broken brick,
we wrote futures with no permission.
Education should empower.
But does the system liberate or sentence?
Everything indoctrination.
Freed in cages,
by systems shaped to look like freedom.
Copyright ©
Phred Sirikye
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