Young

Black

Poor

Son of a maid

And an absent father

A beginning

That so many can call their own

I always view education

As the medicine to poverty

To me it was freedom

It was a chance to be more

Than your parents or grandparents

Ever thought possible

Here I am at 26

Not just a college graduate

But a valedictorian

Not just a worker

But a manager

I can only thank God

I think of Sophia famous words

"All my life I had to fight"

Am still fighting

Just dreaming bigger dreams

So that little kid behind me

Can be even more than me

Don't give up you

God made you beautiful

Let's fight on!