'I am... Scholarship Slam I am... Scholarship Slam
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I am suffering
in ways no one can see and
won’t say.
My heart is crying
but my eyes are dry,
My mouth spits venom on his name but.
I feel sorry for him, I loved him.
He liked me.
My eyelashes divided,
for the very first time
the first crease in these lids,
created to be mine
the first photo taken,
with my baby blue eyes
like a canon with a cap,
a photographer’s surprise
Mind of its own
It thinks way to much
It expresses itself in crazy ways
Mind of its own
It sorts everything out
It views things very diffrently
Mind of its own
Im lazy
Lazy because I used winter as an excuse not to go outside
Im lazy
Lazy because I used up summers precious time
Im lazy
What is your ethnicity?
I'm Hmong.
Mongolia?
No Hmong. Miao Tzu. Hill tribe of China.
Enjoyable.
The lessons that I learned.
The hard work ships are something that I affirmed.
The unbearable pain makes me get what I deserve.
I am a seventeen year old girl who is as happy as can be, yet so lost and sprinting back down the well worn mountain path.
From a distance paced a young teenage girl. She holds her head down trying to avert the gaze of the so called 'pretty girls', who despise her appearance. Her existence to be in fact.
Dear mom,
I am here to say I'm sorry.
I am sorry I'm not the little girl you wanted me to be.
I'm sorry that I'm hurting you.
I'm sorry you have to deal with me.
I'm sorry for not giving it my best.
Year after year,
the same leaves don't die.
The same people never stay
but their memories remain.
I am...
I am the girl that everyone comes to for support.
I am the one who seems to be happy all the time...even if im not.
I am the one who will help everyone then never ask for help.
I am caring and kind.
I am an insignificant bug
Not relevant enough to be classified
I will stay this way
Or so I thought
...I awaken with death sloshing in my mind...
I am washed up again on a liminal shore
Where gloaming and dawn converge
To wage their perennial war
As im sittin here lookin at this little girl cryin on the floor I cant help but look at her and think she must be poor.
And the reason shes cryin is because shes scared of whats past that door.
I was the girl no one cared existed,
the girl alone, because I was the girl everyone resented.
The young black girl, so shy and frail.
Afraid when situations got worse, like living in hell.
I Am.
I am misunderstood, forgotten, and broken.
But still a beautiful spirit waiting to be awoken.
I am from a mother of silky caramel skin and chocolate brown eyes.
A mother who gives me goosebumps every time she sings.
A hardworking mother filled with smiles, hope, and aid.
Who struggles with love.
I think technology has affected lives
starting to act like zombies in disguise
their brains are dead
their so obsessed
bodies getting bigger
while their brain is getting smaller
Oh, hey it's that guy!
Isn't he so kind?
Helps when ever he can.
That guy's a proper gentleman.
Never one to light a spark.
He's a brght light in the dark.
Intelligent is the weapon he wields.
She's broken she's shattered but her classmates don't see her pain.
No one one knows the horrors she has faced.
Broken, abused, and discarded like trash... Yet she smiles with so much life.
I am a free spirited female senior in high school
with brown eyes and long brown hair silky and cool
