Making Momma Proud


My entire life, it’s always been about making you proud.

Pushing my limits, doing it all for you.

Stayed in school, free from drugs and alcohol

stayed on track, kept my grades high

pursued being the best passing everyone by.

Yet you don’t seem to notice any of it…

None of it seems to matter to you,

I didn’t just see it in your eyes but felt it.

It hurts. It really does.

I’m in college now, Mom.

Did it all on my own, without your help nor support.

It’s kind of sad because to this very day,

I’m still doing my best hoping that someday

you’ll realize I was one hell of a daughter.

The kind that never gave up on her mother,

and did her best out of every thing just to hear the praise:

“I’m Proud of You!”



I made it through high school.

Didn’t use drugs nor smoked cigarette.

Got myself into college by getting a scholarship

from all the hard work and sacrifices I made.

Continues to stay humble despite all the sh*t that I am going through.

So, tell me mother…

Are you proud of me yet?