I Am Undecided

Fri, 11/06/2015 - 23:29 -- 2016hrt

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I Am... Scholarship Slam
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I am five.

Dancing with a microphone in hand,

Screaming at the top of my lungs,

Dreaming to be a star,

brighter than the rest.

Yet, the voices I hear, 

those I respect most,

exclaim this as wishful thinking.

Reality to be defined,

hope to be lost.

 

Nine years later, 

a love for man's best friend developed,

the nature to give care, 

the desire for medical opportunity,

molding my thoughts forward,

and into the animal care facility. 

All an attachment so deep,

that only reality,

the competition,

the cost, 

the prolonged schooling,

could penetrate it.

 

Two futures lost.

Clueless anxiety engulfing my emotions.

Time ticking,

the clock racing away,

Little words left for contentment.

Resulting in an alternate path,

hours of mentally processing,

researching on the computer,

and determining opportunities,

curving to nursing.

 

Nursing.

After technical programs undertaken,

becoming a victim of presentations,

 and lengthy knowledge of the tasks acheived,

I questioned and doubted the unknown.

Yet, I was fufilled.

 

A flame ignited,

A new aspiration claimed,

A passion developed,

obstacles faced.

The journey long, 

the final straw in the decision for change.

Because I am not alone.

Many dabling in careers with little success.

Little direction are we given,

with a society future driven,

and preparation given little attention.

Education being the verdict of this.

 

A change needs to occur, 

for the little girl,

aspiring to be a musician,

desiring to be a veternarian,

concluding to be a nurse.

They are the hope for a better future,

the need for reform.

They are the undecided

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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2016hrt

I am five.

Dancing with a microphone in hand,

Screaming at the top of my lungs,

Dreaming to be a star,

brighter than the rest.

Yet, the voices I hear, 

those I respect most,

exclaim this as wishful thinking.

Reality to be defined,

hope to be lost.

 

Nine years later, 

a love for man's best friend developed,

the nature to give care, 

the desire for medical opportunity,

molding my thoughts forward,

and into the animal care facility. 

All an attachment so deep,

that only reality,

the competition,

the cost, 

the prolonged schooling,

could penetrate it.

 

Two futures lost.

Clueless anxiety engulfing my emotions.

Time ticking,

the clock racing away,

Little words left for contentment.

Resulting in an alternate path,

hours of mentally processing,

researching on the computer,

and determining opportunities,

curving to nursing.

 

Nursing.

After technical programs undertaken,

becoming a victim of presentations,

 and lengthy knowledge of the tasks acheived,

I questioned and doubted the unknown.

Yet, I was fufilled.

 

A flame ignited,

A new aspiration claimed,

A passion developed,

obstacles faced.

The journey long, 

the final straw in the decision for change.

Because I am not alone.

Many dabling in careers with little success.

Little direction are we given,

with a society future driven,

and preparation given little attention.

Education being the verdict of this.

 

A change needs to occur, 

for the little girl,

aspiring to be a musician,

desiring to be a veternarian,

concluding to be a nurse.

They are the hope for a better future,

the need for reform.

They are the undecided

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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