Smart Poetry Slam: I Am... Scholarship Slam - CLOSEDThis poem is about: MeMy family Comments Login or register to post a comment. Ardencute913 5 years ago My mother was agile. Astute. Bold. Brainy. Crafty. Canny. Resourceful. Sharp. Shrewd. Acute. Adept. Alert. Genius. Clever. Good. I’m worn. Naïve. Typical. Blunt. Apathetic. Empathetic. Paradoxical. Lethargic. Dowdy. Dark. I am everything my mother is never going to be. I am the two wrongs that don’t make a right. I am lost even though she may never be found. I am loud because I can’t stand the silence. My mother has never experienced silence. The voices in her head leaving razor thin scars. She fills blank pages because her mind has never felt blankness. I sit in the dark because it’s as close to blankness that I am ever going to get. I don’t hear voices, I feel them. The laughs behind me make my wrists sting. The smiles are always mocking. I make the voices hurt. The fake light hides my flaws. The sun betrays me. I crave the night every sunrise. I crave the dark that my mother never saw.