High Standards


Some people assume

The youngest child has it easy.

Though I may be last from the womb,

The standards set before me,

Are far from “easy-breezy”.


A sister at an Ivy League,

Another on the City Council stage,

Forgive me if I feel fatigue,

These high standards set,

Have caused me to age.


How simple it seems,

Not to be as great as my sisters before me,

However, I have my own dreams,

And though it may be difficult,

I believe success is the only thing I have to achieve.


It seems people know me most by my last name,

Yet I know of a way for them to learn mine,

By claiming my own fame,

And showing them my potential,

I just have to wait, for it is only a matter of time.