My People

For my people the underdog,
The ones that only few bet on.
The try hards,
But get nowhere.
This is my people.

We usually look smaller,
My people are small like bees,
But we pack a powerful punch.
This makes our lives hard
But we make it work.

Little of us see the spot light,
And even less see fame.
Always waiting to hear our names called.
Hearts beating faster and faster
I love my people

Everyone loves to see an underdog win,
But when we lose it is no surprise.
If the greats are the sun,
Then my people are the moon.
So watch out star, my people are coming for you.

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