Poetry Slam: Desire to Inspire Scholarship Slam
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A walk through the park
Infinite mem’ries
Faded into time
Experience fades
All impermanent
Dimming forever
Early morning drives when the sun is just starting to rise but no place you need to be.
Oversized raincoats and sunshowers, peaking your head out from the protection of your hood.
I am a child of the Americas,
Proudly Raised in Bed-Stuy,
Do or Die.
My home is the home of Biggie and Jay-Z,
With a plethora of 99 cent stores,
Inspiration is a dry concept.
You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know?
What if my life is just full of fear and doubt?
Inspiration is hard to put into words.
Inspiration is a dry concept.
You ask what me inspires me, but what if I don’t know?
What if my life is just full of fear and doubt?
Inspiration is hard to put into words.
The early birds have arisen
Reading coffee-stained words and
Admiring the perks
Of this little train ride
Like the rest of the younglings
No matter how close or no matter how far
The paths I take and the people I meet
Though the ideas and sights may seem bizarre
The lessons and experiences cannot be beat
Humans can say words,
but words can't begin to say humans.
Humans can think of meanings,
but can't find the words to explain it.
Or while trying they change the meaning in the middle.
And by the end,
Living a double life, is easier than you think
Just wear the mask, loud and proud, no one will even blink
You play your role, you know who they want to see
The beloved son, the athlete, maybe even the geek
Inspiration is something you find in the extraordinary. It is something you find in miracles or those special signs. Inspiration is the mountain range that has existed forever and will last forever.
I walked out of the house and it was cold
Went in the car and drove myself to school
Done with homework, I did what I was told.
Left my wallet, felt as I was a fool
To live,
And love.
And fight,
I just might.
On nights
so dark
The stars,
Shine bright.
But lost are they
because Dark
hates Bright.
Love and pain,
Horror and change.
A good book that tells a story,
Or maybe something filled with glory.
What makes you American?
Is it throwing out the green for the blue, the vertical stripes for the horizontal ones?
Is it replacing gracias with thank you?
Is it saving the fireworks for july instead of may?
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me We all have a purpose I thou
We all have a Purpose by: Nia McCrea We all have a purpose Or so I thought Till you made me believe I do not We all have a purpose Some may agree Till you looked in the room And didn't acknowledge me We all have a purpose I thou
My spine carries the burdens of my ancestors
My heart holds the dreams of my mothers before me
My honey colored skin connects me to a country of women
who hold dreams, just like mine
My spine carries the burdens of my ancestors
My heart holds the dreams of my mothers before me
My honey colored skin connects me to a country of women
who hold dreams, just like mine
