Destined For Success

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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