Behind the Curtain Scholarship Slam
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As I find myself wondering, who I really am
I think to myself where I started, and how far I've come.
I struggle to find what is me,
and what is the creation, made by the media.
I like to think that I am what I am,
No one really knows me
I'm not sure what they see
But from the way they talk and look
At me
I know they don't feel close to me
Don't they know they're all I have?
Like a magical wardrobe lost in time
Behind the fur coats you will find
A door way to an open Skye
That's ItI've made itI'm doneI booked my ticket straight to the sunThe stars speak and I hear;"This is your Captain speaking,Your one way flight from victim, Land of SilenceHome of the Slave
I wake up hoping today will be different
Hoping I can actually get up
Hoping I can live
Hoping I live
Hoping
Hope... something I lost
Not all at once no
Slowly I lost all hope
I look into the past a see a girl afraid of trying
A girl afraid to fail, a girl afraid of shining
A girl that even though they encouraged again and again,
Never saw what they saw
My friends’ minds do not blush at their ignorance,
My friends’ ears do not turn red
Instead, their flesh molts as a dead thing’s does.
From purple to blue
From blue to black
From disused to diminished
The Dragon’s Wings
Fantasy within, reality without,
Wings down, curtains up,
Straight face, hiding the goofy smile,
Professional by day, amateur at night,
Popular.
That's me.
I have a lot of friends
I'm confident in myself
A rainbow bracelet rests proudly on my wrist. It’s my subtle, colorful way of silently coming out to anyone that cares to look.Frayed strings brush against my palm as I type,a constant reminder to hold back no more.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
For he is not the me you're supposed to see.
Keep paying attention
I live in a world of crudeness
I live in a world full of venom
I live in a world which finds victory in sadness
I live in a world full of crushed sprits
For some reason you feel like you can look down on me.
I am not a rock.
Not something you can just kick because in your path I'm a block.
Why don't you just see?
I am here screaming.
The beige drapery
marks the edge of the path I walk
it is a heavy wall.
It shakes at my touch,
and I can listen to the sounds
that I may never see.
No one can see me,
Ignore the girl hiding behind the maskshe whispers to me at night"what have you done?""you're so stupid""why would anyone want to care about you?"her whispers raise in volume and venom
Behind the mask she hides,
counting all her lies
Convincing herself she's okay,
and everyone else along the way
Afraid to go back to the dark,
the past leaves a mark
Humans carried each other on our backs, evolved and made new discovers. Now what do we do? Bring down, try to overpower and hurt each other with no regrets. Sanity is slowly being lost with ever baby being born into this corrupt world.
1 What am I doing?
I am confused with my thoughts.
Where is this sudden rush coming from?
4 I want it but I don't need it.
It's really needed want in a sense,
Loud Chords, Heavy Notes
Piano, Flute
Music Instead of Words
Rhythm Over Screams
Tempo Opposed to Whispers.
Melodies Instead of Words.
Hidden Behind a Curtain of Brown Wood and Silver Keys.
You never taught me to not let men beat and mutilate me.
You just sat there and watched; Is it because the same thing happpened to you?
Exactly like what they have done to you mommy.
Clearest voice, sincere talks
Laughing mouth, slow walks
Walking with Him by my side, living with such heavy lies
Guilt, guilt, with nowhere to hide
School. A place where we learn
An education is what we yearn
Most looking to be successful and rich
Hoping to enter the world without a niche
They say it's a scary world out there you will see
I am a man, not an African American man as some may say but just a man. I only belong to one race and as the great Bruce Lee said that's the human race. Yet to win this race, I put on a mask that's fake.
Life is a muddle
of different opinions and beliefs
What do I belive?
It's all a whirlpool of confusion
Swirling me around
Until I no longer know what is right from wrong
Why would we
Who have so much to offer
Want to hide behind a mask?
Trying to blend with a crowd full of people
all trying to be like everyone else
We try to camouflage
Sunday morning, I wake up on a couch with my male friend. What happened last night? All I remember was taking some shots and then feeling really happy.
A mirror, a window to your soul
From which nothing can be hidden.
A thin sheet of glass
Between two worlds,
Separating us from our lies,
That which cannot be hidden from ourselves.
Every morning we wake and do our daily chore
as my dad continues to snore
He hugs and kisses me so much
I turn cold and stiff just by his touch
I do my best to play it cool
It's five a.m. I get all dressed up. I put my make-up and my heels on. I stare in the mirror and who I see, she's not really me. This girl in the mirror is beautiful and intelligent. She's vivacious and confident, all while being so strong.
