Working the hardest,
Treated like garbage.
Wanting the harvest,
Getting no bargains.
Small is the margin,
Never get pardoned.
Been in the garden,
Tired of this starving.
I’m not disheartened…I know my worth & I’m headed for stardom.
Don’t let late nights,
Or great fights become like snake bites,
They say life… is at its toughest… just before you take flight.
Go through the war,
Know who you are…or at least find yourself.
Not believing in you can lead to poor health.
The struggle makes us stronger,
The hustle takes longer,
The trouble builds hunger…so know the route took.
This journey is about response, rebounds, & your outlook.
Written By: Todd Bates
July, 2016, Poem of the Month
© Todd Bates Enterprises LLC