Grew up, Wes Moore in thy city in which few rarely made it out,
Knowing a lot about thy heritage and thy background,
Respect for thy sisters helped Wes out,
Set out to stand thy ground, on thy own, a young boy, without sound.
Father dying before thou formative years,
Behaving with thy responsibility,
Hince, his own actions, bringing thy forthwith to tears,
Undermining his own ability.
School, a prideful one, couldn't keep where against his neighborhood,
Where into greed was given, by his peers, because of thou excelling,
Were intentions, thou were good,
Were intentions, thou were good, actions yonside, nowise propeling.
Struggled howbiet with many thou face,
Winning, however, a statistical race.
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