Poem- "One Day"

Walking down a sidewalk in New England,

there is no sweet tea in sight, 

but I stopped drinking liquid sugar when I turned 13. 

This is to say I have always held a strong southern accent on the tip of my tongue,

and I have always wanted to befriend those who don’t.

I have never been able to pin the origin of my ambition, 

Nor do I know why I constantly jump to reach the goal of myself, 

but that will never change. 

This version of ambition holds me accountable; 

I see a world in front of me I must hate if I do not help it,

and so I am helping.