The sun rises over the Eastern hills,
   A new day begins, for each to do as he wills;
   I wake and smile, I greet the sun
   As it begins a time for new things to be done,
   Reminiscing on things achieved in times past,
   Problems were overcome, as time moved fast:
   Boy Scouts, drama, school clubs galore,
   What else have I done, the sun seems to implore;
   Music, art, high computer skills to boot,
   The sun still shines down, but it all seems moot
   Extolling my virtues was never my forte;
   As I return to my thoughts on this beautiful day,
   Thinking of the future and good times ahead,
   I give praises to God that Im alive and not dead;
   There is so much to experience and so much to enjoy,
   Good times and bad times give knowledge to employ
   To make the world a better place
   Is not such an easy quest to face,
   But learning from school, life, and others
   Is a great tool to help my sisters and brothers;
   As I travel through life like the sun through the sky,
   Through all that I do and all that I try;
   I grow, I learn, I do my best
   And find myself apart from the rest;
   All my life I have been different
   Family and friends see it apparent
   The differences make me wonderfully unique,
   Like a single blue rose in a flower boutique,
   A black man with good grades and ambition to succeed;
   Stereotypes broken with positive deeds;
   As each day begins, the sun rising high,
   I find new ways to win, new ways to fly
   Apart from the rest but somehow together,
   Sharing, working, thoughts light as a feather,
   A contagious good mood banishing the sad;
   Encompassing love destroying the mad,
   The anger, the negative is erased
   When its encased in a positive embrace
   A beam of sun touches my face,
   It brings me back to this time and place;
   Away from my sweet reverie,
   And off to enjoy the beautiful day.