Born in the struggle
Working before I could walk
Before having teeth,
Desiring steak
Wanting more than my eyes could see
Not the one to take a nap
By sleeping so much is missed
Working three jobs
Two at the same time
Trying to reach the status of dreams
A chance to stand and none look down upon me
Climbing the ladder
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