How long will it take, for this glass ceiling to break.

22 became 23 years.

How much more blood, sweat and tears must I shed?

Each night, hardship, is my bed, where I lay my head.

Each day hardship is my path.

I endure pain. I do not cry.

Instead I laugh.

A life of, hardship, to some, is considered a curse, but to me it is a blessing in disguise…

Hardship presents me with a challenge an each, time I over come a challenge, I learn and grow.

So after all these challenges what have I got to Show?


If u reap what u sow, then my harvest will be plentiful.

What have I got to show?

More than I will ever know.

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