You’re Against All Odds

By doing something oddly different, out of the ordinary,

Only you hold the keys to this honorary door,

When you come up,
The same ones who ignored you will wanna get to know you,

The majority of people are phony,

This gift was given to uplift the hearts of the forgotten,

The ones who were told that they’re going “against all odds,

Believe it or not, I was told the same thing due to past trauma and social economic status,

People don’t wanna take a chance with you nor give you one,

And that’s fine, because God is always with the ones mankind deems as a “lost cause.”

A lot of them are beautiful people with kind souls,

We can rise higher than those who doubted us mockingly,

Those who thought we’d match those stats that they like to label our boxes with, a box we don’t even belong in,

They cannot box against the odds we were born with,

We go beyond social construct,

Our existence is an obstruction to the linear logic that was expected,

We emanate determination laced with passion,

All of which we earned through pain and a yearning for guidance,

Our inherited debt is at a minus,

They don’t see how much work we did to get our balances back up to a positive,

Remarkable, a stark contrast from the rest, an outcast that outlasted mass turbulences,

But our efforts seem to be in vain, while onlookers claim we lack work ethic,

They don’t know what it’s like to try so hard but barely scratch the surface of survival,

Instincts, we couldn’t afford to gleam at succeeding,

It sucks to see ourselves secede from all that we thought was true, but at the same time we feel relieved by the freedom that truth brings,

We seek to increase our intelligence diligently, in order to diminish meaningless labor,

Wage war, not with wages, but by adding skills to our belt that kills,

Anything that may threaten our economic mobility while maintaining humility,

No one may believe in you, they’ve already mistreated you before you even got to fail because they expected it,

The odds have been embedded in their minds,
But pay no mind, don’t expect kind regards from them,

Just gradually rise, silently elevate high,

They’ll only acknowledge you once your shine becomes so luminescent that they can’t deny,

The greatness you’ve become.

Despite the odds, you made it, and will make it no matter what anyone else says.

Your voice holds more weight on your goals than theirs ever will.

God bless those who read this ’til the end. 🙏

Published by Yasira Akamai

Wife. Writer. Poet. Artist. Lyricist. Born in December 16, 1995. Mexican-American. Southwestern US born -> Grew up in the Chicagoland area & Northwest Indiana (mostly East Chicago) -> moved to a warmer place living that Southern coastal life. I've been writing since like around the late 2000s. Depression and anxiety was swallowing me and I had difficulty trusting others, so I decided to confide in writing. It started off as Spanish songwriting, then it evolved into English poetry, prose, and short stories the more I improved my English grammar and vocabulary. I once had to take ESL classes, until it was determined that I didn't need to anymore around middle school. I became so dedicated to writing that I just did it everyday, and it served as my daily therapy as I was battling with negative thoughts. It put my mind in a state of meditation where it opened me up to many ideas and inspiration that I lived to create. I began to notice that I could write and speak things into existence with my words and actions. I had to find myself, and search for the power of the mind. Blog posts written by the author who goes by the pen name, Yasira Akamai, are intellectual property that belongs to the original author.   ©2021 Yasira Akamai, Power_of_the_Mind_Blog

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