You Me And Me Poetry Scholarship Slam
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I remember when you would hold me close
And whisper how much you love me
I remember when he gave you a rose
And it filled you with such glee
I am…
I am a poet.
Overwhelming, destructive thoughts.
She said write.
So I wrote.
She said don’t paint your skin red.
Broken girl meets broken poet,Pieces stick back together,Open hearts speak louder than actions,Hands may not have touched, But fate
Teacup.
Clarinet.
Napkin.
The places I leave my mark define me.
If I want to put my stain on the inside of a football helmet,
LET ME.
I toss words across an expanse
filling it with sound and nonsense
To push away silence
and pain
All the gunshot wounds
bloody arms
Lonely
Just because your smart or just because your different
People assume you have it the easiest
But if they pay attention and look closely they’ll see the true emotions stirring inside and ready to burst
