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“The struggle is real,” a phrase that I say
helps to remind me as go through my day
that all’s not easy for everyone,
that there’s still hunger and water poisoned.

Got me a cushion protects when I fall
from tiny hiccups and bigger pitfalls.
When life throws curve balls that smack me in head
though viscera scream protected from dread.

“The struggle is real,” I remind myself
as get on my bike and cycle to work.
Yeah, I got a car, but not always so;
no I.C. fueled beast for getting me home.

Daily reminder on daily commute
in sunshine or rain as poor man I scoot.
Bike keeps me grounded and each day reminds,
“The struggle is real,” for most of mankind.

At hundred above or thirty below
Fahrenheit extremes by bicycle go.
I don’t like the heat, hate riding in snow,
but I know struggle’s true manifesto.

The manifesto for most of the earth
“The struggle is real,” and fight gives us worth.
It’s in crucible of daily living
where we are tempered; become human-beings.

Not little lap-dogs that whine when they’re cold,
expect pampering as due they’re just owed.
Who get furious cuz they missed green light
or whose day’s ruined by a setback slight.

“The struggle is real!” Good God can’t you see
our petty problems most folk’s fantasies.
I brown bag my lunch, I ride bike to work,
I pinch my pennies, though’ve rich-white-boy perks.

I’ve known the struggle of trying to survive
without ounce of hope and wondering why,
why I was given heavy cross to bear
and wondering if God could hear my prayers.

My days of hanging by slimmest of threads
seem to be over but I won’t forget
the struggle is real, the struggle is real,
life is a struggle, and often brutal.

“The struggle is real,” a phrase that I say
helps to remind me as go through my day
that all’s not easy for everyone,
world needs more hand-ups ease degradation.