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Brian Apollo was born in Chicago, Illinois, and grew up in Oak Park, Illinois. Employed as a school psychologist by the Chicago Public School system which is the third largest school district in Chicago, he currently operates as a school psychology lead and is a mentor of school psychologists within that district. Specializing in parenting styles and psychological assessments, he uses his talents to help improve the quality of life for children and their families within the Chicagoland area. He is also an ordained deacon of Ruach Covenant Church International in Chicago, Illinois. He served in multiple capacities including being a children's Sunday school teacher, youth minister, and had served as an usher since the age of 16. Brian Apollo began writing poetry since elementary school and had his first poem published in sixth grade. His collections of poetry are often considered raw, motivational, and inspirational. Brian Apollo currently resided in Maywood, Illinois and is a father of a host of spiritual children. You can email the author at angelofwarr@yahoo.com.)

The Best Poem Of Brian Apollo

The Ladder Of Success

I was just walking around and spotted a golden ladder.
People walking past it, a swarm of people are under it
Yelling up at people, cheering loud when anyone falls down
Some fall and are slightly bruised, some aren't so lucky
Some charge right back up while others walk away sobbing.
As I walked closer, this ladder seems wider at the bottom
And narrows the higher it gets towards the top.
Using binoculars, I saw people climbing up and down it.
I even see some climbers kicking others down
As they climb and take their place like a rat race.
Racing up fast to get a bite of the cheese.
Some are taking their time, others are dashing.
The crowd underneath are cheering for those to fall
I walked closer, a few people looked scared
Desiring to be successful, but fearful to fall
So they never try, they become one with the crowd
The scornful, the haters, and the ones whom fallen.
So I touched the bar, instantly the boos began
Telling me that I am worthless, I will never succeed.
I touched the next bar, feeling hands on my feet
Feeling jealousy and envy by others under me.
I've just started this journey, I climbed higher
Trying to grab the arms of those that are falling.
The top of the ladder is so high that I can't see it
But I know that it's there, there has to be a ceiling.
And what's beyond the ceiling, who really knows?
I hear rumors of prestige, riches, luxury,
Honor, power, but is it really a myth?
As I climb, the crowd throws rocks at the climbers
Helping them to lose their grips and fall off.
The more I climb, the more callous is on my palms
My arms growing sorer, feet sweaty,
Head dizzy, fears increasing, scared to fall
Second guessing the desire to climb this ladder
But at the end, is it really worth it?
Climbing up the ladder of success.

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