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I remember calling my mother from my grandmother’s landline   it was one of those old landlines with the spiral cord
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene Trees were bending, ducking for cover  and snow hit the ground with a scream. Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
I looked outside the window. It wasn’t pretty or serene Trees were bending, ducking for cover  and snow hit the ground with a scream. Unsure, I asked, “Is this a blizzard?”
Lost in a dark forest light is seemingly out of reach Twists, turns, and stumbles staying down is easy A hand reaches out then more and more You grab hold One step at a time
K.   Wilting like a rose As the winter wind blows Strong like a tree As far as they can see.  
the thick, hot air hit my skin as i stepped outside  as i walked to my dads car, the serence silence was interrupted by whistles and hollers i look up to see a car driving away filled with men much older than me   
The true tragedy is thatonly one of us ever has control over the vocal cords. ~
Remember when life was all about you? When you could dress up as a princess any time of the day, And you could get away with a tantrum when things didn’t go your way?
I live on the corner of Hope Drive,Next to Sesame Street and Rainbow Road.Every morning I wake up,To the gentle envelope of my mother’s arms,the sweet sound of my father’s serenade,
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,growing larger and larger as the sun grewriper and redder behind the treetopsbeyond my apartment.
The short, sweet whistle of the bird wake me Gripping my pillow I wake up shakily What was I thinking, I cry almost shrieking I should not have stayed up all of that night I regret the night and wish I could light
  When the girls can no longer wear shorts Or bras with too much supports Because the men will try their luck And yell rude words from their trucks
Once I might have thought of broccoli as trees, Or never had to worry about hidden fees. Once I might have laughed all day, With one concern of what game to play. Without a doubt,
Can I borrow a pencil? Yes. Can I "borrow" a sheet of paper? Ok. Can I see your homework? Sure. Day after day it was the same people who asked. It was as if I was the only one with the supplies
This is just to say I have hidden our secret from almost everyone I am sorry I can’t look you in the eye anymore I can’t be near you without flinching  
I guess it took time for me to see Just how unlucky I can be Once again, I'm becoming envious of you I know this feeling isn't right But sometimes alone, I can't win this fight Everyday and every night
6:52, time to put on shoes. With lunch boxes packed and backpacks slung, Mom would send us out to school- “Have a good day, I love you!”  
A Sleepover Invitation     Where we planned to stay up all night   But the air was cold so we got in bed  
I can remember wishing I had lighter skin Ashamed that my melanin didn’t fit in Her Ivory skin Tulip lips Seafoam eyes stared at me
The thought of me not fitting Neatly into their box Sacres them for some reason Not quite this, not fully that I don't check off All the things on the list To call me one or the other  
The Glow Up Scholarship Submission 2019 As I look back on my younger self, Elementary school – I was something else. The principal’s office, you could find me there, Trying to explain, acting like I cared.
It be like that You recognize you hear more than you see That life is fraught with He said she said
The grass beneath my fingers lilts Too fragile to hold Even as my sunshine tilts Too big but not too old   The world is a bath of colors Pressed against my breast The pretty shades of others
I never noticed till now how things had changed. I never noticed that the things I took pride in where ultimately nothing. I never noticed when...   When I grew up.  
  growth: forced, quick, and sudden. The first born; I am made to showcase possibility, hope, and opportunity.
Where are the pleasant disruptions? The ground shaking thumping of footsteps upstairs The harsh noise of fighting cats The rhythmic knocking on the door daily
Drown me Until I can no longer breath Pull me back out A friend helping another Just to push me back in I am losing air
Take 1 Fighting, flying, fun, and frightening Home was rough, and school was nothing.  Together as four was better than one.  To grow up with siblings means that I've won. 
i cry more when i'm Happy than when i am Sad. is that right? Happy is pure, and raw, and exciting, but when i am Sad i tend, too, to be Mad. is that so? maybe not Mad, but rather Defeated.
Back Then… By: Ny’Tasia Gaddist   Man, those were the days.   I would constantly play;  
Trust is earned not given It is a prize, not an obligation But what it is to a girl who just wants to believe Believe that everybody is pure True, transparent Like her
You are a queen  Deeply rooted in the knowledge of your ancestors  You are strong  And rightfully tasked to break the bonds of generational curses  But you are genetle
When I was a child I tried to live in a dome, I couldn’t fathom the convoluted questions of life, I placed myself inside a pretty pink bubble, Where only happiness, peace, and butterflies live,
Every year through the mist and Mao-tai the men rasp in hooded sinister tongues. The lazy Susan slows, a reprimand. Eyes lingering, quiet breaths still in lungs.
As a kid I could have been Anything I wanted It was all in my head As I laid in my bed One day I went to bed No more dreams of benign an astronaut No more dreams of walking the moon
Years have gone by like clock work and you’re still gone. I keep going back to memories in my mind asking where it all went wrong.  Was it all those promises you made, now broken?
Young was I, and through my eye, I saw colors and delight.   As I grew, I never knew, how all things changed but sight.   Taller, I became, and others I did blame,
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
If there is something I hate, It will be change News are told Knew it would come but not so soon Go pale, wonder where the past years gone Ones where no care was given 
  by shelby nesbitt  
Head down in a book, Hiding my braces, Fearing they may look, Always so abrasive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Head high like a rook, Not afraid of their gazes, Have them by the hook,
Growing up.  It filled my dreams since I was young.  Images of height, power, poise.  Growing up seemed so out of reach,  something that I wanted to obtain.   
My life has been lived backwards,like a subsequent story of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I can’t quite remember a moment when I made the distinction between child and adult, in the same way I can’t recall my fourth birthday party.
I asked my mom why people could'nt get along She told me the world was pain For the birds and the bees won't respect each other  although they were told to love For the skies and seas envied each other
Daddy’s girl, daddy’s girl.  That’s all I ever was, or at least wanted to be. But do they not see. We  Me and him ha, we don’t even speak.  I was abandoned and forgotten as quickly as I was conceived.
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