Perseverance By Jasen Sousa
Perseverance
There is nothing or no one on this planet who can deny me my dreams.
I will not allow anything or anyone to stand in my way.
I might be tortured to the point where you can hear my screams,
but I always heal, I always prevail, and smile by the end of the day.
Punctured holes in my body to the point where my blood has spilled.
You have made me weak, I can barely stand.
I have stared death in the face, and yet I still have not been killed.
My legacy breeds life throughout the land.
What I hold onto is inside my heart and I will never let go,
no matter how hard you try to remove it from my grasps.
You tried to keep it a secret, but the world begged to know.
I continue to parade my feet down a memorable path.
You presume I lack knowledge, all I do is learn.
You presume I do not to care, I worry the most.
My time to triumph will arrive, I will have my turn!
Down to Hell, I will burn, back from the fire, my ghost.
You presume I will end up behind bars.
You presume I will lead a life of crime.
Instead of reaching for car handles, I reach for the stars.
I don’t use drugs, but I do use my mind.
I limp when I walk, stutter when I talk, body outlined in chalk.
Held up on my block, pressured to sell crack rock, eyes don’t see straight.
For all those who have tried to destroy me,
you could not stop my perseverance to do something great!
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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There is nothing or no one on this planet who can deny me my dreams.
I will not allow anything or anyone to stand in my way.
I might be tortured to the point where you can hear my screams,
but I always heal, I always prevail, and smile by the end of the day.
Punctured holes in my body to the point where my blood has spilled.
You have made me weak, I can barely stand.
I have stared death in the face, and yet I still have not been killed.
My legacy breeds life throughout the land.
What I hold onto is inside my heart and I will never let go,
no matter how hard you try to remove it from my grasps.
You tried to keep it a secret, but the world begged to know.
I continue to parade my feet down a memorable path.
You presume I lack knowledge, all I do is learn.
You presume I do not to care, I worry the most.
My time to triumph will arrive, I will have my turn!
Down to Hell, I will burn, back from the fire, my ghost.
You presume I will end up behind bars.
You presume I will lead a life of crime.
Instead of reaching for car handles, I reach for the stars.
I don’t use drugs, but I do use my mind.
I limp when I walk, stutter when I talk, body outlined in chalk.
Held up on my block, pressured to sell crack rock, eyes don’t see straight.
For all those who have tried to destroy me,
you could not stop my perseverance to do something great!
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©