a lot has piled up
I don’t need any luck
for a blessing to finance
putting worth into me
so one day I will see
I’m no longer an amateur
I will see the finish line first
she is a Victorian
me, I am the historian
I will fly again
I will fall, then learn
knowledge, is power I’ll always yearn
in future, I’ll be someone discerned
a wealthy mental state
evolving all persons into one face
always with joy
not allowing my life to a be played like a toy
I am mighty, even if I’m not a boy
surpassing generational curses
making its profit overflow my within my purse
I am solid
making my own way, dipping into no one’s wallet

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