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.