My Work

Back to my words, back to my pen & paper..
Back to my rhymes, back again.. it's my time..
I stood up for a while, waited in line..
Just for my turn to show & express my work..
To achieve higher & better things, to learn..
I showed my willingness, & my concern..
I put my best, to the test..
I focused hard, & let my mind do the rest..
My one & only wish was to grab the attention..
The attention of all, each & every convention..
Show people things they've never seen..
Speak, walk, & talk.. earn my green..
It was hard at first, I thought I would never see..
All I ever had to do, was just be me..
Hard at first, not really.. it wasn't even close..
It was more to come, that wasn't even the most..
Many times I wanted to drop a tear..
Many times I didn't think I would make it,
But, the worst thing was that no one would care..
So, all things done had to be done just for self..
Forget the people tugging along, forget the rest..
Hard but, true.. there were things that had to let go..
Things that always kept me at a high, had to be moved low..
I had to keep my peace, I had to settle..
I had to push all things to the side, or on my level..
Now, that's just how focused I am with my work..

~Nique #22