Rebecca Succes

(march 7 1987 / brooklyn)

pride


you can feel pride for
what you are

you can feel pride in
family

you can feel pride for
who you are

you can feel pride in
friends

you can feel pride in
yourself

you can feel pride in
your ability

you can feel pride in
anything u want

pride is not just one thing

pride is everything

pride is what keeps you going

pride is determined to never
give up on your dreams

you can have a little pride, no pride or alot of pride

your pride is yours and yours along

no one can have it

no one can take it

it's 4 u to have

pride is what keeps you alive

it's the reason why l wake up in the morning

pride is all l have.

Submitted: Friday, October 15, 2010
Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010

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