I Am.. Scholarship Slam
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It's dark from where I stand
Slowly sinking in quicksand
Watching them all fall down
The trees
The ones who always reassured me
I am the winter day. The come home from school and run outside to play. I am the eyes that saw the painDaddy yelling at mommy practically going insane. I am the late night tears
I am who I am,Change if I can. I am me from what I've seen.I am harking working,Independent,Caring,and more.Hoping to have so much more in store.I am me from living in the trees.I am who I am bring trying to be me.I have learned a lot and grown an
I am..
sometimes strong
sometimes weak
but I'm still me.
Whether I like it or not
life goes on
tick by tick
beat by beat
I can't make it stop
I can't go away without someone
I am..
I am a ginger.
I am hard headed and independent
I am strong
I am thoughtful and caring
I am the type of person that will drop anything to help someone else
A Million words can tell a million stories,Of princes with swords and all their glory: But to open a story or book with my name. What could the reader possibly gain?
“You are fat.”
That’s what they say.
“Your body is repulsive.”
That’s what they say.
“Your body is taking up too much space.”
Neat creases in pants, ties around the neck.
Fifty identical stars;
Thirteen stripes of blood and purity
Three children in a uniform line.
Tradition they drill, honor they cry.
I am broken and scarred,
Emotionally wounded and hiding it,
Since I was young I was told emotions were weakness,
I told no one about the darkness slowly consuming me,
An oily thick black substance,
Guatemala City: at capacity with trash but full of living treasures
What a hard life they live while we take all for granted
inferno and ignition stewing under the heaps of trash
I am unique in my own way,
I have a pink birthmark on my neck,
which often gets confused with a hickey.
I am a fan of Cardinals baseball,
they play for my hometown.
and they're currently number 1.
I am more than my mothers daughter
I am more than the baggage left by my father
I am more than a camp counselor in the summer
I am more than the girl whose dreams were taken from her
I am a good girl.
I never cry I never blame
My mom always told me to be a good girl
I need to be nice person to everyone and smile every time
My dad alwasys told me to be a good gril
I am strong. Although i often wonder for how long. The battles that I face. Are hard to erase. Continuously moving ahead. While those in the streets are ending up dead. I guess it could be worse. I can fail in my career as a nurse.
I am the worm,
who was told by all the caterpillars,
to "just believe in myself."
I am the worm,
who was left by all the caterpillars,
when they spun their cocoons.
I am the worm,
I am a painter.
I give life to that blank emotional canvas.
I am a creator,
Bringing life to my vivid imaginations.
Who am I?
Passionate. Honest. Motivated. Strong. Insecure. Scared. Indecisive. Weak.
I know what I want.
I go after it.
I will get my wings.
I will travel the world.
I am beautiful and intelligent.
I wonder why people lie and have a lack of loyalty.
I hear laughter in th thick air.
I see me being successful and doing right for myself.
A walking CONTRADICTION. Who I am and what i do is found in the very meaning of this word.
How so? I do not like stability, i like change, i seek the new, the different, the unusual;
I am… Nothing
I tell myself that almost everyday
And every day I have to stop and tell myself that
I am something.
Out of the sadness that covers me
Dark as the night from time to time
I thank to the virus that infected me
To the humble self that change by time
In the world full of sorrow
The raindrops on the sidewalk are the tears,
of the girl who tries to please everyone.
The tears and yawps from within are the fears,
of the girl who can barely face the sun.
It is not in my mouth
As I expel warm life into the cold brass
And feel it move through the neck to the bell
It is not in my fingers
As they move over the keys
In rapid succession
