'growth' 'slam' 'scholarship' 'college' 'life' 'grow up glow up' 'scholarship slam'
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and here I sit, rehearsed some times before
tears fall on cue, you brush my hair away
no one is perfect time again you'd say
i didn't know you meant you wern't too
sometimes I'd fight sometimes I didnt try
Growth comes with questions.
Questions follow with answers;
however, not all questions are meant to be answered.
"Did this always taste this good?"
Yes, it did. I grew.
Twenty-one years old
throwing my life away.
Roaming the streets with friends:
Running, but staying in place.
Where do I go from here?
They smell nothing but fear,
and because of that,
Young and unaware
no feelings of despair
The world is so simple
face full of pimples
Not a care in the world
life was so simple
When I only had to worry about a pimple
When you’re young, it seems limitless
Floating around, no care in the world
You just clean up if there’s a mess
Lesson learned, no punishment served
As you grow, it keeps changing
I wore ruffle socks everyday
They were always inside out
My mom was filled with dismay
I said they'll stay inside out.
Now I wear regular socks
They are no longer laced with ruffles