I will make it.
People doubted me.
People kicked me off the cliff I climbed,
I was determined.
I was shoved in their back pocket,
to be sat on and smashed.
I still have faith.
Nothing will ever stop me in my tracks,
as they were aiming to do.
But they didn’t hit the bullseye.
My life came twirling down,
roughly as a parachute with a malfunction.
I hit the ground with grumbling rupture and pain.
But, I was lifted back up by society’s critics.
Not in a good way,
But the criticism served as my motivational coffee.
Just as bad as I want it,
my life is a dog with meaty smelling treats on its owner’s table.
I am just as determined as a mosquito,
trying to suck the iron tasting blood out of me like a dark hole.
As negative vibes tried to suck the strive out of me, to put darkness in,
I seen shining rays of sunlight.
Symbols of hope over opprobrium.
*Now, I will smile and walk with head sticking as straight as an ocean liner’s pathway.*
*Proud as a teenager’s success moment.*
*If I ain’t living this valiant time of my life,*
I am a water balloon, bursting into a loud sploosh on a cactus.
Then, criticism can stop me.
But, there’s a slight story about my life,
*I will make it.*