They say if your from the bottom,
You’ve no right being at the top,
I’ve worked the soles off my feet,
I’ve work the clothes of my back
Just to make it this far,
Why the hell should I stop?
You’re privileged to be born with gold or silver spoon,
Yet you’d cheat me of my chance,
Of getting to the moon,
I am not a weed,
I am a seed with the proper nourishment I will bloom,
You’d be fascinated to know,
What I can do with my little wooden spoon.
Copyright © Xavier Frazer 2016
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Excellent! Keep on going.
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Thank you. I am humbled by your comment. I will keep on going
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I agree 100% with what you wrote. It will also inspire and motivate others, not to give up. I am glad to hear that you will keep on going. 🙂
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Yeah, where I am from is paradise in the eyes of the outside world to me it’s a living hell. So I just try to be that little ray of hope. Thank you for you comment am humbled
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Keep on being it. I look forward to reading more of your works. 🙂
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Thanks just be on the look out.
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I will.
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Kool, while your at it checkout my other pieces
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Definitely! 🙂
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Great
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The fact that the rich demand a lot doesn’t mean they have a right to it. Still too many people allow the bad guys to get away with their anti-democratic misbehavior, even while they are paid by such democracy.
Point is it is an atavism of the past, plus a failure of a corrupted or submissive law, that we still must fight the odds, like some dreamy-eyed underdog movie glorified it. In real life it is bloody and painful, not glorified.
Nice work on a sad truism. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you. I am truly humbled by your comment and your so right. It’s my pleasure to share
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In the 5th line from the bottom up (pun intended) ”I’m not a wheat” probably should read ‘weed’. Wheat is a nourishing grain, stuff bread and so on is made from. A weed is the stuff we pull up from the garden, the unwanted stuff. Hope you don’t mind? A good, true poem.
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Thanks for the correction. And I don’t mind at all. 🙂 😉
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Phew! Good.It’s a good poem and the flaw jarred. 🙂
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I take no offence to critics and adviser for with their help I become better. And yeah
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now this is what i call expression!!! stunning
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Thank you
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