desire to inspire poetry slam scholarship 2020
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I do not know this new feeling It's very strange to me My heart is heavy at the thought that we no longer be I felt a sadness in my heart I don't know what to do You say everything is fine
Why so scared little girl? Is it the tinfoil wrapped around your bones? My footsteps shaking your floor? Life leaving your neighbor's eyes? Being torn from the soil
White walls, white floors, white lights galore Time ticks by, while my eyes struggle to stay open This is my prison, no bars nor matching uniforms But uniformity is expected, and applauded
Waves Slaughter themselves upon the shore As the daybreaks with the ebb and flow Rushing, crashing, breaking They are the inevitable and continual None can contain None can recreate Waves
6 pm on a saturday night I stand at the open window in my second story bedroom Listening to the bells that ring for 15 minutes every day The wind blows into my messy hair
“Okay look I don't know why I'm even here” “Just tell me what you are thinking,” the doctor says. “What I’m thinking?” “Just be honest with me. How do you feel?”
Life is mandatory consumption enabling me to grow This passion within my soul Determination at war with tribulation Trials of transforming into a women And times I wasn’t consoled
Desire to Inspire What Inspires me they ask? If you think long and hard about it, it makes it more of a task… So, when I think of Inspiration and what it means to me
I was holding my breath for seven years. Every time a hand slid onto my shivering shoulder - Or on the top of my hello-kitty underwear
On Sunday morning, Linen candles burn White wine and ocean breeze through open windows Fruits of the freshest and crystal chandeliers turn Silk clothing made for Gods Doves sing a beautiful song
Dear C, Your shadow lagged behind you, slumped. Inadequacy had become your nickname. You were afraid to walk with your head held high,
Amor, you're too soft for that. Darling, don't you think that's too hard for you? Tesoro, You're too lazy to study for it. Is it my fault for these thoughts to become vocal?
Sitting and staring off into space Wondering and thinking of a better place. Wishing, hoping, dreaming too Of a better place for me and you. A perfect palace free of peril.
From the moment I wake up To the time I lay down My day goes about Observing all around town The people I pass
Your jagged curves never cease to amaze me, How your ridges flow like strength across the earth
Inspiration has no particular source. It appears in everything that surrounds us, the little things that make us stop for a moment because there it is again. That feeling.
Inconsistent little bugger, one night here the next elsewhere. While I lock eyes with the North Star I barely catch others there. Innocent in flare, youthful in passion.
My brown skin. Some would say it defines me, But do not know what is within. My melenated skin. I believe that is not fair, But what do others care ?
Here comes the sun they say But do they really know the meaning? Optimism should help us shine! HA! Golden vibes, just stop intervening.
In this life, when reality threatens, We search for an escape As oblivion beckons. But when we take a step away, Lift up our heads and Forget what people say,
in a Forest of brick and cement paved streams where people weve through the Trees on Their way to friends work lovers there is a Bench
Before I was even a thought in my mother's mind, there were humans who graced the Earth. Artists creating new pieces to be viewed. Writers crafting each word, precisely.
Watching the dances Such a sight to see on stage Getting inspired
The soft creak of a bed And the give of a mattress— A time and place where the day learned to die And we are left alone Our sanctuary, our haven,
America, what have you become? America, where is your welcome? You seduced mom and dad You said you were not half bad Ripped themselves apart for you, gave up dreams they pursued
The flower never waits. How optimistic is it that it never shakes with anxiety like humans do. I watch every spring come and go. Each one is just as beautiful and inspiring as the last.