Discombobulated

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