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Child Like by Natasha Bartley When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask? I have yet to understand the concept. Of child.
Out the window a thousand bright lights
My girls are beautiful Yes, more beautiful than just what they see in the mirror My girls are special
I am different. At times, even belligerent
The person beside me didn't study but I heard they got a 92 seating looking at my test doesn't even look like I tried my best.
I am young and fierce; I am tall and strong; To some I am feared, and they say I don't belong; Yet I have a place on earth, and I have a voice;
Everything i attempted to do, i asked God a question like why do i lose? is life really a blessing ,what do i do? Action speak louder then words.... either you contniue to move or lose sight.
Remember that first day of school, where I was so distant?Transparent to what you see, because I was hidden in betweenof that Jock and that Preppy boy that seen to be more important than me.
Shatter the crown Scatter the pieces In this world we live in, Strength is a weakness Preach, "Chase for your dreams!" But then curse ambition Being equal in failure
From day one I've had goals Goals thought to be immposible even by myself Some I have acheived Others i've yet to even percieve Along with these aspirations I've come along a great deal of stress
Responsibility is just more stress. Carefree lives replaced with obligations, As life passes we all look for success.
College is coming up like the stuff that bubbles up From volcanoes in places I've never been to Will I like it? Will it be good? I'm kind of scared.
Feels like a burden Changes of this kind are good Then comes the goodbyes
Going to college Being successful is good Get your education
Is it normal to dread the final day of my high school existence? Is it normal to be intimidated not excited by my approaching college enrollment? For twelve years I have focused completely on my goal of a college education.
People Love to see a Black Men Struggling or Hustling on the Streets Where I'm From They Love seeing A Negro Sagging His Pants With Gold Teeth in His Mouth Where I'm Everybody & They Momma Are wanna Be Thugs & Gangsta Thats Why Most People
The student prepares for college Searching for a school with a perfect fit The journey has already started leaving his parents, the boy becomes a man Click, click goes the mouse on the computer
Transitions are hard from many schools I am barred. Money always is a struggle but at least I stay out of trouble. I wish I had my first pick then financing wouldn't make me sick.
My last year, I made it or so I thought Statistics say college is the only way But what if I can’t afford it Scholarships? I probably won’t get any I mean I’m smart, but there’s always someone smarter
Going to college is what's important to meDon't worry about anyone elseI'm not worried about anybody elsebecause I only care about meI don't want to be nothing that I know I don't want to be
First day, not so bad Went to class and went home to tell mom and dad Weeks went by and things stayed the same I was starting to feel so empty I missed high school and my friends
(poems go here) The will of the world seems to tug and pull. The heart and the family plea and beg for you to go to college but no one knows the effort you need to put it together.
I've been at this for more than ten months, Vying and trying for my chance, At a little cash to help pay my way, So my parents can stop this dance.
Here's a slam to the man with his hand up in the air cursing at his teacher stating "I just don't care!" Boy, please sit down and listen here
Head about to burst, Stomach knotted like a bow, Applications mailed.