Success is the reason
Poor people keep guessing
Anticipating hope
Hope for strenth to climb
The rope thats hanging
Which is the same rope
That chokes you when your behind
So how can you climb
With that on your mind
How can you shine
With negativeness
Behind you strangling you
How can you breathe
When air is soo far
Up to inhale
Staring at others at the top
Exhaling toxins in your directions
Polluting your air,
Because they are scared
You will take theirs
This is called hating
Every person struggling can relate to it
And every poor person breathing
Has suffocated too
But once you make it to the top
The strenth from struggling to Breathe
Sucks up victorys fresh air
Those who were around
Watching your stuggling
Suffercation to the top
Will then dropp
And take your place
In the suffercating spot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's true and amazing! i love this poem! your a gud poet!