I am... Scholarhsip Slam
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I am crashing
Nothing I can do will ever stop the slashing.
A girl dying inside
And no one has even tried.
I am the sum of my parents
Divide by our income
Multiplied by debt
That equals regret
I am the class nerd
Who hangs on every word
That loves school
And is marginally uncool
I was strong.
I was stronger than you ever wanted me to be.
I was strong in the face of your words, your actions, your “love”.
You called me weak.
I am quiet
I am shy
Too shy for a 16 year old
I keep my mouth shut
And my mind loud
If you speak to me
I will speak to you
I am not rude
I am nice
Too nice sometimes
I am a woman with great potential.
People tell me how put together I am and how much hope I have.
I analyze in every moment,
Imitating body movements and catching subtle cues.
Eyes like marbles, brown, blue, and green,
Button nose, undefined, lies inbetween.
Lips lie below, small and thin,
A quiet voice and creative mind hidden within.
I am broken,
Broken heart,
Broken dreams,
Broken thoughts.
I am hurting,
Hurting heart,
Hurting dreams,
I am not a novice nor am I in shame,
I hang my head high and away from the wrong claim.
I do no reside deep within,
And I am better as I've always been.
I hold standards well above,
I am diverse, unlike everyone you see before you. I am a young man, looking for an opportunity to make something of myself. I am a man of goals and a mind set to do whatever is necessary tacieve my goals.
Sometimes I feel like I have not done my best
Even though I have given it my all
Sometimes I feel like a failure
Even though I am a winner
Sometimes I wish for things that can not be
A rebel chid raised in a grounded home
she has always felt alone
The darkness came in
along with all of its sin
I am only me. Take a look and may see. whats on the outside. but how about within. I am on a journey. You can see. I have goals. They're on a rocky road you see. I won't give in. No not me. I will not fail. I am only me.
Where are you from, seems to be the question everyone is dying to know.
Let me just say I'm not from roses and dandelions, nor butterflies and lady bugs.
So where am I from?
I am the queen of disorientation.
There were bumble bees building nests in my hair and now I'm made of honey combes;
but sometimes my sweetness can go sour under pressure.
I am a house made of repairs.
Whose foundation was built on a mother's prayers.
And was worn down, brick by brick,
when a father built up walls too thick.
But a mother helped me paint my walls,
"Who are you?" They ask.
"I am me." The words slip out, smooth, fast, unstoppable.
"No, who are you?" Persistent, irritating, nails on a chalkboard.
The numbers continue to grow but the mind does not count
It goes by guessing while the numbers continue to grow
Is it not apart of life to want more
To wish that the mind could expand, conquer and worship
I am usually barefoot
I wonder what others think of me
I hear ignorance everywhere
I want an impractical number of dogs
I am usually barefoot
I pretend I know what I'm doing
I touch the lives of many
"The instructor said,
'Go home and write
A page tonight
And let that page come out of you-
I am a masterpiece.
An instrument crafted in silver
by the skilled Creator
Who made
Heart beat
Hands raise
Feet dance
Ears hear
Voice sing
To join with others!
The rain pours down hard and I walk through the door
pitter patter goes the rain as droplets crash to the floor
Shrugging off my coat I see he is there drunk like never before
I am from the bumpy sidewalk
From coconut cake and & tiny slivers
I am from delicate China, softly washed and Delicately handled
I am from skinned knees and training wheels
I am everything they said i could not be
The media told me i wasn't pretty enough
but as i stand in the mirror... I am
I am the silent breeze that flows through the trees
A force of nature moving in silence
Lack of a father figure while growing up.
Never bothered me, because I had a back-up.
My grandpa showed me what a real man is.
Now I can't wait until I have kids. My father was selfish,
Strong.
Wise words my mother once spoke,
grind in my ears until i am forced to become what she told me.
Strong.
I fall? Get back up,
there is no room for me to lay on the ground.
Strong.
It's past midnight
And the demons came out during the night
They whispered and murmured in my head
I stared at the ceiling
Hoping and praying it'll all go away
I screamed, hopelessly
Have you ever wondered what truly defines a person?
As we grow up we slowly understand what defines us
A memory that lingers in our mind....
That has the ability to break us and torment us
I am the mastermind of creation. The envy of others. The end all be all. The source of their jealousy and indignation. If you are on the radio, I will change the station. To me blah blah, talk game with it all backed up.
Everyone is who they are because of what happened before,
Mind ya biz, look from afar, through that open door
I am who I am because of how I was taught,
I chose what I wanted to learn, a conscious thought.
Beautiful am I
Because I learned to let go
Because I learned not to care
what others thought of me
Because I love myself
Because I love others
Strong am I
Because I stood up for myself
I'm really just a person that wants to be the Sun.
Student athlete, straight A student,
I have goals and hopes and dreams,
They are average nothing special;
To be a wife and mother,
people people dont have no remorselife to shortsooner or later you be layingbeing pulled by a black horseyour good and not your mistakesis all you need to endorse
I am
Exactly what you want to see
I am
Everything that you’ve ever wanted for me
I am
The culmination of my mom and dad’s dream
I am
Sheltered by the branches of a willow tree.
I am
I am the one.
The one who dreams of having strength
and saving the world
yet cannot break out
of my four walled closet.
I am the one.
The one who wants to be strong
In Sixth Grade we wrote an "I..." poem, and this was it
"I am not to be messed with
I wonder what will happen next
I hear people talking
Who am I?
Often we find it hard to define ourselves,
plagued by the influence of society.
Am I really me?
Or am I just a part of the conspiracy?
A face blended into the crowd,
Wake up in the morning drinking from unsatisfied milk
Showering in something that doesn't feel like silk
I'm desperate, searching for my meaning
But, I am me
I am Jada
I am Strong, and Beautiful
I am not just an Ordinary Jada
I am One of A Kind
I am Talented
I am A Beautiful Black Teen
I am Outgoing
I am a human being.
I have eyes that can see,
A mouth that can speak,
and ears that can hear.
I am a human being.
I am someone who is happy with myself.
I don't care what others think.
Why should I?
Why should anyone care what anyone thinks about them?
The short answer: they shouldn't.
Pain.
The unmistakable feeling of pain
The good pain
The bad pain
The unwanted pain
Yeah,i like pain
I also hate pain
Who I am is unclear, for I am a process, the creaton of mysel in my image.
Matmatically, I do no exist by such definiton. By words, I am "unclear or not defined"
I am a human being, a citizen of this world
I am American, but I'm also Canadian
I am a New Yorker and a high school senior and a daughter and sister and friend
I am a painter
More often without canvas and paints
than with.
Images and colors dance from my eyes
to brain.
Creating magnificence and beauty within.
I am a story teller
A book titled read me.
just becase my title says these words doesnt mean im open for discussion.
Not a gas leak, no, I am not a engine facing combustion
I am from lawn mowers, from John Deere, and diesel.
I am from the valley, small houses with large families, and the smell of donuts wafting through the shutters.
I pieced all the evidence together and found
that I, most likely, came from a ripped up piece of latex,
one snowy summer night in a cabin down in New Mexico.
Yet, though I came from broken things and with unexpected news,
