Pregnancy
There Is No Excuse to Be Loose
What We Choose to Leave Behind
The Moon, Stars, Sun, and Wind!
To Bernnadett Williams, Friends, Family, and Mrs. Allie Coleman.
Pocket Full of Dreams
I learn and listen to obtain my life’s mission that glistens, shines, and beams due to my focus, hunger-driven pockets full of dreams that dictate my life’s theme. As I journey through life’s different paths, never moving too slow but not too fast. Life is a marathon and not a 100-yard dash. I prepare myself to not fail or crash because there is no glory in coming in last. I don’t have much money, only a pocket full of dreams that dictates how to be successful, the top of the heap and cream. I am challenged to be all that I can be, highly motivated, truly dedicated. A go-getter, a disciplined, ambitious human being. My pocket full of dreams, I will never demean my backbone and spleen, undying self-respect and self-esteem untold.
Faith with confidence taught to never straddle the fence; always use intelligence with common sense along with courage and mental strength. A good man with a great plan, because poverty, I am not a worshipper or fan of; excellence from myself is what I demand to stand tall and take a stand. How to take and make obtainable pocket dreams in order to be a self-made king. My pockets full of dreams, I must cash in to engage and make positive success. My buddy and friend’s next kin always works and plays to win.
When challenged, my self-worth I will defend, keep my head to the sky, do more than try. If I fail, find a different or better way to live and conquer my hopes, aims, and dreams. When defeatist thoughts or attitudes get in my way, I will slay all negative obstacles. I will make the impossible possible, because I am strong, wise, and responsible. I will do more than try to never deny. Hard work and determination is on my side along with my humble pride. Success is what I seek to be good or great, never surrender or capitulate, bounce back when I make mistakes.
Just always participate when my life and livelihood is under attack in jeopardy or at stake. Lock it, never knock it, the obtainable dreams that live in our hearts, minds, and pockets, they possess go-juice and lightning. Fuel to blast off like a spaceship or rocket, undying energy from the sun or a wall outlet socket that propels my dreams into distances to replace what is wrong and make it right both day and night.
I must fight, fight, fight for the dreams in my pockets to come true and bear fruit to rise up from the ground and roots. For more than just a money or loot, I was born poor without nothing but the heavy dream in my pockets encourage me to work hard, strive, and be smart to become something special that can fly and
