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Tuesdays are busy with
little time to pack adequate meals
I found myself eating a vending machine muffin
Double chocolate chip.
I ate on a bench in my university’s gym.
Coming back to this floor where I lay
on a house with broken bones.
one year has gone by since I laid
and fathomed what it would feel like to leave this behind
Break the Chain
this misery
the everlasting poverty.
consuming us one by one
Dad's long hours and mom's restless nights
medical bills - college expenses
foster care and depression
Science
Biology, geology, chemistry, physics.
Engineering,
mechanical, electrical, software.
Art
Photography, digital, studio.
Myriads of topics I am ready to explore.
Test on Tuesday
Workin on Wednesday
Thinking on Thursday
Final on Friday
Sleepin on Saturday
Studin on Sunday
Motavion on Monday
Test on Tuesday
I'm a young, black girl trying to go to college
Didn't do well on the SAT, but has extensive knowledge.
Scrolling for scholarships, searching for dollars
Don't meet the requirements, my pockets holler
Where will all my inside jokes go?
Do I pack them with me,
Roll them up so they take up less space in my mind and my luggage
What happens when I get there?
Sand at my feet,
pocket full of brocken shells,
each wave a rythm to a different beat;
This is what life could be.
The sand the wave the sea.
How far is my reach, from here on the beach?
I used to go through life Thinking it would be easier To always to be quiet, say yes And be a people pleaser. Though I thought it worked for some time It felt like smooth sailing Little did I know My own personality was failing, To grow, to blosso
