glow up scholarship
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Life as I knew it, changed, Going from palm to pine tree sways, My ways had become estranged, Sitting in the backseat, heading away Away to a place, a new home
I glow and grow when I learn new things Like navigating new places I learn to live and mingle making friends And bonding with new friendly face Everyone will pay attention to hip new trends
I was in first grade when Before Christmas break I lost one of my papers That the whole class handed in Except me I was told I couldn’t leave Until I found it I went into panic
I did not know who I was There were things I enjoyed But none took up much more than my peripheral- I was fixated on how and when I would leave. One day, he walked into my room-
There were a set of steps, Skyscrapers to my eye An approach of uncertainty With a painful descent, I’d cry There were a set of steps, Buildings in my gaze An attempt of possibility
Oh the taste of greens They do not look so appetizing Compared to a cookie I’d much rather have
A cold winter's morning And there stood I Facing my future Eye-to-eye My rose-colored glasses Had lenses shattered My destiny uncertain My dreams tattered
I was a girl who was afraid I'd walk in fear and walk in shame Left, right, left, right, just keeping straight Don't make contact, or you'll be made A fool for being human too,
The feeling of his heartbeat through my sweater.
I am stuck in the age that you love to mock, but it wasn't my fault I couldn't stop the clock. Two thick braids have unraveled into soft curls, grinning crooked teeth turned to bright whitened pearls.
The hand I first grabbed within the firstfew moments of my life,The hand I first held into within my firstfew stepsthe hand I held when crossing the street,the hand I held when I was afraid,
When Did I Grow Up You say, “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown up!” “When did you get so big?” “Are you going to college?” “What major are you interested in?”
September By Kyrie Writes Oh September Do you remember how the world was colorful? The sun was blinding The days were long
I am a seedling Wisdom my germination Will i be watered?