QUESTION MARK🎓

Did your pen gave you fruits
Or a merely evening thought?
From which your hope is invested
Like a bird in a cage crying to the end,
Your smile narrate your innermost soul,
Now the Harlem is your sky waiting for your sail,
Go! go! go! your folk is waiting for your arrival,
Go! go! go! make them proud for your survival,
Go ask your mama a good way to start the race,
Your mama will bless your way and clean your face,
And your dreams will never be deferred,
Like those of your wicked best friend.

Shamsi💪👩‍🎓












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