Struggle to Success
By, Gabrielle Elie
I struggle up the steep hill.
A ton of burdens straddled on my back
Discrimination, racism and poverty.
Shackled at my feet.
The sharp pointy rocks of oppression
Minced the very soles
Of my dirty crooked feet.
But still I persevered
Tired, worn and ready to give up.
I rest my burdens up against a rock.
And took a quick look of the progress done.
And wondered, should I really give up?
But then I turned and looked up
And spied a glow from the promise land above.
I sweat and toiled and struggled.
My once smooth skin
Now fine and brittle.
My burdens grew heavier with every step,
And down on all fours
I eventually went.
My strength once again renewed.
My head held strong.
I grabbed my burdens
And dashed to the top.
The spears of jeers and laughter below
Pieced deep onto my very soul
But still I tittered and tottered up
That steep, slippery slope.
My burdens now weightless,
My Feet all cured,
My body and skin were bones no more.
Many I passed along the way
And begged and pleaded for their aid
They all laughed and said
Give it up,
You won’t make it anyway.
The laughter and jeers
Soon turned into cheers
As I reached the pinnacle
Claiming my success
And yes it was all I imagined
And so much more
The morale of this poem is that the road of success is very hard especially for those who are less fortunate.
You will be laughed at and discouraged by your peers, those of higher power and even yourself sometimes.
There will come a point when you reach your limit and feel like giving up but if you are determined enough you will succeed.