My Race
My Race, My Race, is so divided
Sometimes I cry, with fears I can’t try
My Race, My Race is so envious, so selfish,
So arrogant to everything
My Race, My Race, was once extraordinary
Purposeful beautiful intelligent creative investable
My Race, My Race
Where do I go with hope, with dreams
With support, with sense, in life, without my Race
My Race will rise, with strength, sense, responsibly
With creator, with loyalty my race
What must fall must rise
My race
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Very moving. Don’t lose your hope to despair. If you have a chance, read some Leopold Sedar Senghor, poet and president of Senegal.
This poem is very realistic because life is like a race some don’t want to finish and others do. Some people like the challenge and others try and take shortcuts. Some don’t ever finish and some finish the race three times. Everyone is different; if we were all the same nothing would be worth fighting for. Life is more enjoyable at different speeds. Therefore, the race to the finish line is always there, but the idea is to make the race last as long as possible. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!