I Am... Scholarship Slam
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I am the weight of the cross.
I am the nails in your hads.
I am the soldiers laught.
I am loved by You!
I am the thorns on Your head.
I am the point of the spear.
I am the insults of the crowd
Christmas time brings upon cheer
But this is the time Sham went to jail
Sham as in mom
The first woman my Gay ass ever loved
Caretaker
The woman who
Birthed me out her canal
I Am
Suffering in Silence
I have a fear of sounds
Everyday, casual sounds
Chewing, swallowing, crunching, popping
It is my secret until I wish to share
You may not see my pain, but it will always be there,
Waiting to strike, hiding behind my own eyes
I use a smile to disguise, the pain that I feel
Up and down my back
What do
pitbulls,
lions,
and humans
all have in common?
Our ability to
kill.
Pitbulls kill when we,
humans,
force them to.
Sweet animals labeled as
dangerous brutes,
How do we describe a person?
By using words such as worse than?
Is it the person or the soul,
We strive to label
Is it whole,
Or broken, tossed under the table?
We ask,
Who are you?
apparently, there is a connection
connotation between kings and gods and what have thee
to take the crown and be blessed royalty
but as a kid growing up with immigrant parents
things weren't that apparent.
Music...
This is what everyone has identified me with
Since middle school.
I never thought of it as a job.
I just wanted to do it because it was fun.
I just wanted to make friends.
I can only describe who I am by my perspective
So the light that I shed will likely be expected
To seem dark and grim and down and gray
Though the gray light's as freeing as the white light of day
The burning rays of the rising sun
don’t change the way I feel.
If you hear the birds sing or see the deer graze,
then know that I am real.
We run and we run,
Chasing after our dreams.
But we are attacked and give up,
Or, so it seems.
Ever since I was young,
She stared out her window desperate for a glance of the boy she's loved for as long as she can remember. In fact, she could remember the exact day she fell in love with him.
Slow and syrupy for a week.
My eyelids are heavy, my arms are heavy, my body moves like a pendulum.
I can’t really think about anything. My brain is nebulous and impenetrable.
And the next week I am tense and clammy.
I am beautiful
dancing across the stage
flawless
stealing your heart
broken
I am broken
pink tights hide bandaid's
bandaid's hide scars
scars
scars from cuts
across my hips
I am broke because I have no money.
So what? Money does not hold happiness.
I am stupid because I did poorly in chemistry.
So what? School does not measure my wits.
I am ....
I am strong, powerful, caring, loud, smart,
outgoing, energetic, spritiual ,free, soulful,
poetic, afrocentic, black, proud,....I am Rhonda Williams.
“You’re searching for all these answers, but baby, you’re not going to find them inside your wrists or on the tops of your thighs.
Welcome to society,
feel free to be who you want to be.
But, make sure we like who that person is.
Love yourself and your body,
And the moon spoke words that the sun would fathom. But only the stars know. And I found myself staring at the sky one night wondering about life and I heard the moon.
I am a student
An athelete
A friend
I am part of a community
Part of a family
Part of a brotherhood
I am looking forward to the future
I am from myself and others,From people, from faces,From life, and from places.
I am from love, from laughter,From pasta and family,From cookies, and food.
I do not remember when it happened.
I cannot recall the precise moment when I lost interest in coloring books and playing dress up.
Since you didn't ask, I'm going to dump this baggage
You don't mind, do you? You did decide to read this, after all
And you can quit it any time
So I'm going to dump this baggage and tell you who I am
Decisions Decision......
There are no right ones, they are no wrong ones.... so they say...
So many ways to mess up your life, so many ways to make life worth living.
Looking at myself in the mirror,
I'm reminded of the time
The time I tried to dye my brother's hair.
Burning my eyes,
dripping,
There were dye stains on his forehead.
A leader is not someone who gripes or fights,
they simply follow what they know is right.
They always stand strong on their own beliefs,
and can help people handle their sorrow and grief.
In a complex sense,
life is an entangled novel of occurrences.
Each day is a catalyst towards another undefinable aspect,
and because I am still so young, I have only leafed through my pages up to the preface,
Those winter leaves
are wanting me
I used to be a quiet girl
I used to sit in nature, hidden from the world
Those winter leaves
are calling me
Pushing me to be the best I can be
I used to like school,
The hub bub of kids acrossed campus,
The discusions in class,
expanding my knowledge about people, books, science, history.....
But those are things of the past.
A lier
A thief
Anyone my mom woudlnt want to see me be
A slacker
A bum
But look mom, thats already me
Out of all the things you thought me to be,
i learened none.
I AM..
The most spontaneous soul you'll ever be faced with
from my mind, my characterYou cannot deface this
I strive to make positive, creations, relations
Through my art comes fascination
I am Lauren
I am Lalo, Lowen, Lalz, and Jorlan.
I am Weaver
I am Cabeza de Vaca, Otero, and Martin.
I am 17 and 5'7"
Open your books to page 137.
One hundred and thirty seven.
You see that?
Second column, almost exactly half way down.
handy. Adjective.
I am Nigerian With my thick, coarse hair And My rich, dark chocolate skin Completely filled with melanin I am Nigerian With eyes of charcoalLips so fullAndVoice growing strong I am Nigerian It's funny because when I was a little girl I was so em
childhood bliss, wonder, and awe
the first day of kindergarten
tears streaming down and the moving trucks
the polo shirt uniforms and new nicknames
brokenness from a bully
insecurity and doubt
It is dark when it is light
I am the most hated,
everyone is my friend.
This is my thinking process,
It's not pretend.
My genuine fear is
to lose connection with external reality.
I am alive
I wonder when I will reach the ground
I hear the echo of voices
I see inside
I want time
I am alive
I pretend to hold control
I feel my brain pulsating
I touch souls
40% Parents
60% Peers, mentors, and media
I was that shy kid who would listen
Tucked in shirt and everything,
Dawn and dusk I was a good kid
The youngest of my class
A collection of friends
I long for loyalty to last
Drugs? Bullies? It must end!
They laugh at my dream
Beg, borrow and scream
What does it all mean?
Small town in Texas,
but large family parties,
decent size high school.
A family ranch,
cattle in pens surround us,
constantly mooing.
My mother, tough love.
I have learned to overcome the challenges that I face in my everyday life
Pointer up1, Audiology
What I will become, what I will study
To help others, I am here.
Pinky up2, ASL
I am not a poet
In fact I am an it
Yes an it, a thing, inanimate
Still here, constantly waiting to be used again
I am on a shelf, watching
I am a daughter.
More trouble than she’s worth,
But who’ll always come home for holidays (and maybe some weekends)
I am a sister.
A child is free of sin
Pure
Innocent
Unadulterated
Flawless
Untouched of the poison spread throughout the world
A child does no harm
I process
I pace
I pause--
I pace
I peck, I pedal,
I'm puzzled
I'm constantly pondering people
I pray I get it right
I pacify
I'm satisfied, only for a moment
Ten.
Dancers flash across the creaky black floor, touching in the exact spots
they have practiced to land in. Each one a different person, each touch
to the ground a different stroke of genius.
If the world was mine,
life would be a thought
-a very good one, but a thought indeed.
Everything, every moment that lived would be a ballerina.
I am like a Starbucks drink.
Not everyone likes me,
But those who do, I know I can count on.
I’m simple, yet complicated.
I’m complicated because of the things that I do.
I have three hours to write a piece that will help you understand the title of my poem.
There are no rhymes that come to mind nor beautiful phrases.
All I have is this headache and a story.
I am a person who smiles each day
Behind my stage is a person with tears
I am the one who is your shoulder to lean on any day
Who can I lean on about my fears
I am the clown with a frown
Forced upside down
To be tenacious is both a negative and a positive.For as a tenacious person others often see stubbornPushy even down right rude!Those who look on wonder how I can do what I do?Achieve the heights that I soar?
Five billion years ago,
when the sun was still a brilliant youth,
and the galaxy was still finding its feet
among an endless, timeless black canvas,
a planet, moving out of orbit
my mother's calloused grasp
reached across the ocean
to a world with sealed borders and blind eyes
the land pseudo-tainted, she dug the soil
and planted a sprout that was never meant to be
When the universe was arranged,
All creation from a bang,
Every grain,
Every cell,
Every atom flew out.
And like all matter careened about,
I am a feather
Falling from Icarus' wilted wings
Falling from grace
Drunk with the fading impression
Of blinding light
I am earth bound
Rock-deep in Gaia's unwelcome embrace
A statue of metallic human shape,
posessing life and tongue of silver shine.
Adept and witty speech of gilded shine,
observant voice that no one could escape.
For praise, it sings of glory sans mistake.
Isaiah is good, but to who?
Isaiah lacks fire because he doesn't know there is a fire
but hurt burn his soul. Isaiah is cold
Isaiah soaks in confusion
Isaiah sits in the fear that drips
but
i am afraid
i am afraid of the dark
but i am more afraid of the light
i am comfortable in my darkness
because i have been here awhile
i am afraid of opening the door
THIS IS WHO I AM
WHO AM I?
I AM ME
I TEND TO STANDBY
THE PEOPLE I CALL MINE
THE MIDDLE CHILD
FROM THE FIVE
THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME WILD
I LOVE TO STRIVE
She flooded the city with the tears of unrequited love
Latin blood cells had bestowed her with a curse
Too boisterous, too sensual
Always excessive, but somehow not enough
I am at a get together
standing in the corner
casually watching people
chatter and mill about
The music starts
the game begins
people shout and cheer
Who am I? Am I what people see me as? Am I who I see myself, or am I someone I will become? It seems my life is filled with mirrors reflecting on what is wanted to be seen rather than what is actually there.
You ask me, “Who are you?”
I wonder the same thing sometimes…
If only I knew.
I’ve been taught to stay within the lines.
I stare at screens and pages telling me I’m not good enough,
that who I am isn’t who I should want to be.
They say “trust us, you aren’t okay…”
Sometimes I fall into the trap they set for me.
I am the opposite person,
Of whom I thought I was going to be,
I used to think my world was full of darkness,
I saw the world brighter,
Full of positivity,
I don’t like thinking about the past,
Like an oak I am Strong Like an oak I am TallLike an oak I am Growing Because I am an oak I am ConfidentBecause I am an oak I am StrongBecause I am an oak I am Powerful
The time when school is most important is in the summertime.
Sure, there's no classes to worry about.
or homework to do,
but there's still a lot to think about,
trying to figure out what to do about school.
I am from Precious Angels,
From cassette tapes and Pledge.
I am from the brown bricks and burglar bar doors
Where love was never constrained.
I am from the short blades of grass in the backyard,
Fearless is what they call me now
Confident and caring describe me today
How did I get here? Well I'll tell you how
For I certainly wasn't always this way.
Safe was the name I earned myself before
Finding Out Who I Really
Before this moment I’ve been too busy to actually find out who I really am
Let me think
Let’s start with the basics, I love acting and my theatre department and my theatre FAM
Lambency, The Gentle Glow:
Notes On Rebirth Before An English Channel Crossing
I remember mostly-
The raw horizon pounding with a glowing fever.
Born with nothing
Except my personality
Grown with time
To something more.
Not just a name or face,
But a friend, sister, daughter, student
Many things I have come to be.
I am more than just a person with a name. Challenges after challenges made me stronger as of today because I learned to overcome adversity no matter what it was. I define myself as a discipline scholar/athlete.
Who am I?
What an odd question.
Can you not tell?
I am me.
I am the soothing waves that lull you to sleep, that lap at your ankles, and deliver messages in bottles
Under surveillance
I polish the way I move
Try to look busy in order to be ignored
Approaching me anyway
He sits very close to me
I am seventeen.
I am 5' 2".
I am one of many tired students that get restless when a test comes up.
I am the weary millennial anxious about a future.
One, when I was younger I did not believe in the tooth fairy. I could not find the sanity in the tradition of a lady coming in my room and stealing a part of me for her own monopoly.
I Am.
I Am, merely because of the roads travelled
My mother travels overseas just to see me
Graduate.
Be the first Literate Generation.
Eat food without wondering when the next plate is coming.
In Heaven, everything would be perfect,
Deadly edges of neglect at my loved ones' necks
would be dulled and I'd be free to pursue
my passion of rendering their faces on a canvas,
Lesson number one:
When you multiply two positives, the outcome is positive.
When you multiply two negatives, the outcome is still positive.
do what you are expected to be
and you’ll impress the world
do what you want to be
and you’ll impress yourself
eventually, though
Let me have this moment.
It's not a lot.
Just a hop
a skip
a jump
back into the fray of reality.
struggling to find the center
aNYTHING
that happens now.
This is the window.
I'm at the bottom of the watch tower,
And the people at the top,
they...
decide.
declare.
choose.
make.
We sat.
That was all.
Our backs against the wall,
the night around us.
Behind us were the careless,
in front the carefree.
by the protest of the now
backwards
an answer could not come
after the question.
Nothing
to be recognized,
I found an old picture yesterday.
It was of me and my dad,
taken from behind
as we sat on a rock, like the kings of the mountain.
I think I was eight then,
As the wind blows,
the trees will fall.
A man will yell, 'clear'
the echoes booming and crisp.
It sinks into the mass of green
As we rise,
so shall we fall-
those who go down to the sea
in ships that never return.
What is the physicality of their fear? does it linger
The morning wind sweeps in
Purging of the last breath;
A soul’s last hurdle before quintessence;
The knees of a dying man inside,
Alone and desolate in the world,
Falls before his one companion,
I am from cooking pots
From Ford and Better Made
I am frm the grass on the front lawn
green, wet
It felt like small prickles
I am from the evergreen
Teh maple tree
I am not one or even ten things
I am not the flesh that stands before you
Or the span of my wings
I am no answer to the question “who”
I had a good time at school that day
We went on a class fishing trip
I didn’t make a catch, yet I couldn’t wait to tell mom about it
But she was gone
A girl unconfident and in doubt
People don’t seem to see the other side of her
When suddenly her thoughts go about
It slips people’s mind how she has her moments
How at times she feels like she’s stuck in a drought
Jerry
[jer-ee]
Noun
I am a son of immigrants
Mwen se yon pitit nan Ayiti
I am a New Yorker
I am darker than the night sky
I am here because of Martin
I am here because of Malcolm
I’ve always seen the world
In colors bright in hue
In every page unfurled
Were yellow, black, and blue
Every name I know
Is a brand new work of art
The letters and the rainbow
You wish to enlighten yourself of me?
Well, I have not an imposing figure,
But a mind with knowledge vast as the sea,
In which my intellect and passion stir.
I am a dream
I am a vision
My hands make the steam
That push my decision
Being able to see
A new type of smart
The math it may be
But real skill is an art
I am
the little black girl who hated Sunday dresses,
and despised “Just for Girls” perm boxes.
I loved the natural kinks and coils of my 4C grade hair
You'll find me in the art room
Coverd in clay, graphite, or paint.
Or maybe in a land you've never heard of,
Where anything can take place.
And unless you call persistently,
I might not make it back
I AM…
I am a student. So I’m supposed to get good grades.
But because I’m an African American, I’m automatically set to a lower standard.
Should I, should I, accept the change in me?
Resist improvement sighted by others?
Drink from divine waters, shine like marquees?
But the waters are unsightly buffers!
My Mother was born of Apache blood
She was taught to respect the earth and her people
To honor the traditions and remember the past.
Her parents were born into a world that was under attack,
Everyone wants to be Humble, Unique, Intelligent
I Don't
Basic tendencies don't reside here. I refuse to be mediocre.
I define myself, not words or people.
I can describe to you what I am
And what I stand for
And who I intend to be,
But first I must proclaim what I am not.
I am not a test score
Or a statistic.
I am not an IQ
Or a class rank.
Who am I ?
I am me, but is that really true ?
I'm the hero
the villan
the anithero
the anti-villan
I am everything yet I am nothing
I am the one who everyone hates and despises
I am... Me
I am more than I could ever believe
I am more than anyone could ever want to be
I am... unique
Not because of this mane
Not because of this speech
Not because of this attitude
I am a work in progress.
I wonder what the future holds for me, as
I hear the angel on my shoulder telling me to never give up because I am good enough.
I see endless possibilities awaiting me.
In the shelter
I found a dog
Another dog
There are too many dogs
I have fallen to pieces
My love for dogs is too great
I am an animal lover.
I look up and see,
Eyes peering down at me,
My analyzing gaze captures their compliant affection.
A helping hand at the age of five,
An excess reward.
The silver coin measured with a relative greatness,
A's on every test without even tryin
Star Athlete on the field, goin deep and flyin
Arm and arm with the home coming queen
Bulletproof and off the chart self-esteem
My ride is sic and fast
She is the girl.
The girl who would rather be known as the girl who never fell in love
Than the girl who fell in love
Only to fall on her face
Who won't try because she might fail
“Superhero”
Alexis TyAnn
From the time that we are little we are serenaded with stories of superheroes,
Sweeping in to save the day with their powers and their fancy capes
The demons tell me I am bound
Slave to sin
Hopeless
Hated
Worthless
The voice of the Most High says I am His
Free to dance, sing, SHOUT
Loved
Wanted
Priceless
I am a...opportunist
I am an opportunist
Taking chances for a gain
living by that motive made me who I am today
Not having many opportunities
I am sharp...
My grades stay high because studying is done
The knot of every argument is tied by me
My outfits are on target like a shooting gun
I help out friends like an angel with her harp
I am sharp.
There’s always a certain kind of beauty in everythingWhether it’d be a stranger’s smile that seems to hold all of the secrets of the worldThe feeling when you get caught up in a conversation with someone you treasure
Ebony
Noun
A heavy blackish or dark brown timber
I am ebony
Also known as a jewel
You would be considered a fool
If you didn't see me as beautiful
Look in the dictionary and
Wandering with a mind and heart filled with grief,
wishing these dreadful moments could be only brief.
Thoughts that eat away at your life, draining your energy,
There was a point and time where I didn't exactly know who I was.
I was a little introverted girl stuck in a glass box.
A glass box that I had put myself in.
Through that glass box I could see everything going on around me.
I is that girl who's still looking for her purpose
Hoping it's something that would change the world
& the perspectives of the humans brainwashed souls
I is a letter which stands for myself
Today's teen girl wears yoga pants and scarves
"One PSL to go, no whip, low fat,
Take a selfie for the road, no filter, #blessed
Ugh, I look so rough, #diealonewithcats"
Girl, understand, your bf will call you back
Distant
“Lost in her own world”
A constant loner
Surviving on hopes and dreams
that probably will never be
A dictionary of over 7 billion names
We are all one
Important enough to be recognized
But not enough to be noticed
Nobody takes the time to get to know anyone…
It is too much reading
Floods of wrath, Tigris to my Ur!
Trenchantly breaking relations
—Temples of Toil— made by me!
From the sweat of my brows, they’re built
She let her insecurity become a sadistic killer
Breaking the neck of every fragile ambition
She let go of every petty intuition
All the faith she had in her dim vision
I am straight but my best friend is not,
I am accepted by society but my best friend is not,
I am outgoing but he is not,
I am what my parents want me to be but he is not,
But, all that he is, I am not.
I am
sitting on my mother's lap
tracing words with fingertips
her voice rises and falls
as worlds build around me
I walk with confidence at quick pace
With a heavy feeling always by my side
A feeling that I will never show on my face
Something that I have to hide with pride
resilient
resilent me,
like a bouncing ball
one world to another,
down every street-
bouncing
bouncing
I can run at top speed,
at the drop of a hat
block out loud sounds-
I am passionate and balancedI wonder if i'll succeedI hear a loud voice saying "YOU CAN DO IT"I see a beautiful lifeI want to geuinely be happyI am passionate and balanced
It's making me, it's breaking me
It gives to me, and then it take, take, takes
Comforts me and startles me
Gets me going, then it brake, brake, brakes
Can you see through the window, through that window?
I am a Kindergartner
Listening to words
Singing songs
Learning my colors
Happy with the world
I am a kindergarten
I am a third grader
Meeting new people
Playing Pokemon
I am a child.
Do I matter?
Does anybody see me?
I try to be noticed.
I try to stay sane.
But I can’t shake this feeling.
Without grace, where would I be?
No peace, no elegance, no beauty
Torn from the center of life
Pulled down by animosity
Nowhere to turn
I was seven, naive to the world around me.
I can still smell the rubbing alcohol and the antiseptics.
The room was white with faded green shades,
The air was cold.
Sometimes to find yourself you must first self-destruct,
And that’s exactly what I did.
I tore myself apart from the inside out.
I destroyed everything in my path.
I’d like to introduce myself,
I’m not full of beauty or of wealth.
I worry about the tiny things,
like falling books and diamond rings.
And inside the walls of my head
are echoes
jumbling.
The flow of pen to paper is now the flow of finger to keyboard.
A sacrilege of tradition, yet preserved and unbroken.
Times have changed, but I still feel the same.
Who am I? You ask
I could be a strong, independent women who has their life together.
Or I could be just the opposite.
I could be a weak, dependent women needing help at every turn.
The first time somebody called me strong,
I was sitting on that psychiatrist’s couch,
And I couldn’t contain the earthquakes in my body.
With a trembling voice I told her,
I am a Poet, ready to create
My words are fierce
Ready to pierce the hate
I open the gate of my heart and mind
I am a poet for the people that lost their voice in a war
I died when I awoke
on the ides of January.
Little did I know
what mania could pursue
at so young of years.
Brother, blue and cold,
cries not on the feverish
morning of January.
When I was fourteen years old one of my best friends died.
I wandered the halls of my dreary middle school where
my anxiety levels rose and my confidence fell.
My heart raced as I ran from my classroom
I am not a tragic hero
Or any hero at all
I am Nobody.
An extra in a movie
A non-player character with no dialogue.
I want to tell you a tragedy
That I'm abandoned
Or orphaned
Or abused
“Who am I?”
I ask myself as I contemplate behind closed doors
I never asked myself that before
It is not an answer that I’ve ever prepared for
I am strong.
I will not let anyone tell me what my future is to be.
I have a vision; which cannot be altered.
A vision of hope to succeed.
A vision to show that I can achieve my goals if I try hard enough.
I am Constant Motion.
I hold the power to cause a commotion
But as to making noise I rarely make devotion.
I am the wave falling against the shore,
Always arrivivg back to where I've been before,
I am from a place where history repeats itself and things never change.
Where a black man is referred to as a black man and a white man is referred to as a man.
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Never thought so much can happen in one year.
Fights and tears.
Once you obtain happiness is just bring back fear.
Fear to talk.
“Tell me about yourself” people will ask
and answers that consists of
accomplishments, awards and interests
is what is expected of me to say.
Experiences such as this occur everywhere,
alone, in my room,
together, with a company of brothers,
in claustrophobia, throughout my daily routine.
I am a musician.
My boundless imagination frightens reality with thoughts of everything but. I talk with the voice of a sleeping child after a bedtime story has been read.
I am a new born child,
one that lives in Christ,
I've changed over time,
with the help of his love,
I had been so lost,
a few years ago,
my life crummbled to the ground,
Fragmented and whole.
Dealt a blow by this world and its inhabitants.
Pieces of me fell about but where I was missing, I forged myself anew.
I too am young and old.
Tennis Survival
I walk on the court, confident like always
My opponent is still in the hallways
Her and I have always been big rivals
Je suis, or just Chuis
Yo soy
It depends.
I am whatever life allows me to be today. Or tomorrow. Or never.
When am I ever what I am? When can I ever be whatever it is that I know I can?
Even from our youth
we define ourselves
a superhero
a doctor
a vet
as we get older
these "defined" selfs
become more than just
an uncertain future
We define ourselves
I feel the whip of the pen stronger than the strokes I paint
I am a training artist
I wonder how many colors and flair are needed until my creations move
I hear it’s voices tellling me i can go beyond my greatest ideas
I am the girl that they never notice
I am the girl that they think is odd
I am the girl that they think is awfully flawed
I am the girl that they think is a mute
I am the girl that they don't think is cute
I am what I am.
I am the son of a self-made man,
I am the son of a kindhearted woman,
I am the grandson of a lonely soldier,
I am an individual whose blood runs deep with character.
I am what I am.
There are the times when so many tears have been shed
That I wonder if the wells will actually run dry.
I am not to be judged based off of the amount of melanin that my skin possesses or lacks
I am strong, I am fierce
I am not to be isolated based off of the amount of knowledge that my brain holds captive
I am me,
Not Barbie or a porcelain doll,
Nothing so fragile,
After all,
How can one be this society,
A society that handles things with such force,
A society telling boys and girls who to be,
I am not what i seem to be
most people think i am weak minded
Ive been told im selfish, arrogant
but what most dont know is what ive been though
I fight though my type 1 diabetes everyday
I remember the first time I got angry
I ran from the kitchen table through the living room
and to the foyer
where I tackled my sister.
One time, I bit her
because she was annoying me.
I...
Identity...
Who am I?
Female, A first generation
American,
Pakistani Muslim.
Pakistan, base of culture
All alone, lost and afraid
Not knowing where to go.
With no place to call home
Always running, every day.
Hope is gone, feeling betrayed
Deserted and on your own.
WAN.DER.LUST (n). : a very strong or irresistible desire to travel.
My mind wandered
Into an iridescence of enthralling dreams
Incessantly, I waited.
Wanting
Needing
Elation, Leisure, Change.
Who am I? Who am I? That's a question, we all ask ourselves. Who am I? I am not who I was, or who I'll be. I am not perfect, the best, or flawless. I have been through so much; alone, and with others. Drama. Fights. Depression. Loneliness. But wit
When I was five, I wanted to be
A million things. A chef, and architect,
An artist on the weekends. Not to mention,
Nursing to pay the bills. The list was endless.
My mom said that I could do it all.
I be those three red stars and stripes.I be the gum on the concrete.I be gogo bumping on the ave.I be three piece chicken wings with mumbo sauce on the side.I be my grandmother's smile, all nice and wide.
I am creative
I am beautiful
I am developed
I am strong
I am unique
I am lovable
I am brilliant
sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me
depression is like living in a body that tries to survive with a mind that tries to die
My heart, O Lord, is like a lemon
For without you, my heart is sour.
I yearn for someday to join you in heaven,
and to be picked from the ripest tree with your divine power.
Disastrously advantageous is the world we live in. Being both beautiful yet ugly. Sucking life from our already feeble, minuscule, and complex minds and bodies. It's pathetic. Can a race so enlightened in the knowledge of the dark shadows that cre
Responsible, Diligent
Kindness, Carefulness, Bookishness
Bright With Cheerfulness
Yours Truly
Responsible, Diligent
Kindness, Carefulness, Bookishness
Bright With Cheerfulness
Yours Truly
Responsible, Diligent
Kindness, Carefulness, Bookishness
Bright With Cheerfulness
Yours Truly
Responsible, Diligent
Kindness, Carefulness, Bookishness
Bright With Cheerfulness
Yours Truly
A few steps away
Still a hundred worlds away
Visions never see
The light I crave to show thee
But loving this light is not
Loving me.
I am searchingsearching for a niche in which my heart can beatsearching for faces with eyes not made of glassin a concrete world of games abstract
I am a Realist,
But also an Idealist,
Because when the world is at its worst,
That is when I am at my best.
One son,
Was done,
By two parents
Of two colors
Sleepless nights and dull eyes;
Assignments due and paralyzed.
I felt forlorn at day's end
With a paper heart and a pen.
Music notes through blood veins
Helped me cope with these pains.
At the young age of eight
I felt the definition of hate
I thought my porcelain skin was disgusting
And my belly was busting
Driven to tears
Because being ugly was what I feared
In a differnt world.
In a differnt body.
I view myself to be quite unique.
I am not the same as others,
Nor do I belong in anybody's crew.
I dress a certain way,
And come from a differnt background.
Too Reserved.
“Why do you not talk?” they would mean
I talked about trivial and safe things,
But I am not a gossip magazine.
So “friends” would leave me behind.
“Why do you not like me?”
The world is a beautiful place
filled with hopes and dreams.
The future is bright
everyday it seems.
When flowers grow
Tiny, slender frame could have bent and broke like branches,
a blond mop dripped from her head.
She tried some earrings but the looks just made her anxious,
and she quietly wished she stayed in bed.
You want to know who I am?
I am a reader who can't read.
I am a writer who can't write.
I am a dreamer who can't dream.
I am a fighter who can't fight.
I am a believer who can't believe.
Who am I?
A force to be reckoned with,
A breath of fresh air of which you can't deny,
Who am I?
Someone who can't be defined,
You may acknowledge my appearance but what about what's inside,
Who am I?
Who am I?
My name is Anchal
I was born as Archana
The ancient word for prayer
My memories of my childhood envelop my being,
My classmates have taught me some of the greatest lessons in life
For the bad
and the good
Although I still despise many
The limitations of language
have never been more palpable than now
as I blindly grope the drywall of my brain
for some sort of linguistic light switch to illuminate
the essence of me
I am... a son,
I am... a brother,
I am... a friend,
I am... a college student
I am... a young adult
Without me you are lost
With me you are found
Without me you cannot touch
With me you hear sound
You are nothing
But closed eyes
And dry lips
I am something
Who are you?
A shadow following me
I don't know you
But I know you have potential
To see past the dark
Into the light
To create
Change the way eyes see
I am who I am
As we say goodbye
to CC15
I can't help but want to cry.
For this will be
the last of me
running with my family.
I will continue to run
towards the sun, but now
Cooking ramen noodles.
Organization is key.
Lose yourself in the textbooks.
Liberal arts education demonstrates excellence.
Easily disctracted.
Gaining knowledge.
Extreme debt.
The world is filled
With random colors.
A voice unheard
Cannot be subtle.
The trembling of
A heart so huge
Does little to
Subdue the deluge.
When the heart
I am a Baller
Wihot a Collar
And when they Hollar
I do not Call Her
Because I am a Scholar
No one stands Taller
But to be a Scholar
I need a Dollar
I am a Baller
There's another me. . .
inside me.
I can feel her
trying to escape,
banging on my walls-
Let me out! Let me out!
I swallow hard and
silence the cry.
My crossed arms
everyone used to tell you
you can be whatever you want to be
but the saying got lost on you once you realized that it isn´t true
you were be a six year old
dreaming of the stars
I've never had much to my name,
my parents still slave away at work,
no money or fme,
at one point we only had one fork.
Things got more difficult when my mother wrecked her car,
It hurts to see the ones I love
Enduring any pain
Though there's nothing to be done
I want to take it all away
Gather up your hurt and worry
And give it all to me
I Am Me.
Not one word defines me,
not one simplicity of the words man has made defines who I am.
I am a Hispanic American citizen.
I once was lost
Wandering in the dark,
Until my heart crossed
Paths with a spark.
A light like no other,
Something I had never seen before.
The one I now call Father,
My heart to you, I swore.
Life is an ordeal,
We're told what to do, what to say, what to feel,
Every day we have a choice,
To stay silent or raise our voice,
To stay in bed or face the world.
Life is an ordeal,
We're told what to do, what to say, what to feel,
Every day we have a choice,
To stay silent or raise our voice,
To stay in bed or face the world.
I’ve had my ups
I’ve also had my downs
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve sinned
I’m not perfect, I’m only human
I’ve disappointed people
I am a childI am not strong.I am wildI am calm.I could be betterI could be wrong.I am a childI will be strong.
I n a healthy envrioment,
A nd a loving family,
M ade me who I am,
D o the right things even when no one is looking,
Y ielding to the wrong thing's,
L istening to my elders for advice,
I was fragile
My thoughts didn't know what to do with themselves
Looking for an escape every second of way
I was a stained person, staining others
People like me are "human errors"
Needless to say,
I am a two-way mirror,
Dappled and smudged
But I couldn't be clearer.
My mind is a puzzle
Locked in a dark room,
Assembling itself
So that it might bloom.
Like butter over too much bread
They expect me to be overstretched in life.
Each and every day I dread
The mistakes I will make, despite my endless strife.
There’s no room for my mistakes
I am a work of kintsukuroi;
I have been shattered and broken,
My pieces have laid scattered on the floor,
But I have always puzzled myself back together,
Using gold lacquer to fill in the cracks like glue,
I am the 7th Sarah on the roster
the bookworm in the class
I am the typical straight A student
That invisible kid who gets by in the hallway without a pass
But I am also the diehard believer
Alexis Kristina
Sibling of Kara.
Good friend of McKenna.
Lover of dogs.
Skilled in school.
Most conscious of my family's health.
To whom happiness is when traveling.
If you were to flip open the dictionary and find my name, you wouldn't be able to find a definition.
Because to ask someone to define themselves, to describe themselves in one short poem, doesn't allow room to grow.
There was a moment – a break if you will – and perhaps it was vital. \ To me or to you. To us.
I am whatever I put my work to, if I work to become a lawyer..then I am a lawyer.
If I work to become a rapper, then I am a rapper.
I am whatever I wish to be, no one can tell me otherwise.
This poem is based off of George Ella Lyon's poem "Where I'm From Poem"
I am from coffee machines
from arroceras and sartenes
I am from the tan walls of my house
The smell of Cuban food
I am lazy
Says the critic in me
I'm too hard on myself
Replies my kinder side
Maybe I can work harder?
My inner optimist chimes in
But what's the point?
Asks my depression
I can picture it
the lines behind the well
the people on the grass
leaning up against the trees
walking in and out of the buildings
rushing to be on time
sitting on the steps,
I Am... the face of my city..
I am... a visonary.
I am.. the novel of my people.
Each page, represents my people.
They say I'm a girl with dreams and desire,
A face full of hope with drive to aspire-
The beliefs, the dreams, to want to compete
In a life of turmoil will I accept defeat?
Ever since I was young I have been giving
Giving my best effort in school
Giving my best effort in sports
Always trying to do better
Ever since I was young I have been giving
Giving my best effort in school
Giving my best effort in sports
Always trying to do better
I am a goofy guy who loves video gamesI wonder about my future and what is to comeI hear dub step music every dayI see a large house with many carsI want a real familyI am a gentle giant
Trapped in the endless, swirling tide
Bleeding out your dwindling pride
The darkness falling the last of your stand
And suddenly your finding the misfitting land
You’re headed toward endless staring
They say my future looks nice and bright,
Why, then, am I always filled with fright?
My friends are plentiful, they’re all so nice.
I am unique...
I am my own...
I am human...
I am not alone..
I am special...
I am me...
I am fearless...
I am free...
I am funny...
I am kind...
I am respectful...
I'm tired of those sleepless and restless nights.I'm tired of the the fight between wrong and right in my head. I'm tired of my mind always planning ahead. I'm tired of things that need to be said that aren't being said.I'm tired of everything and
I am composed of chunks, small and large.
If you were to piece them together,
A mirror image of myself would appear.
I am fragments of my family, my friends.
I take the best,
A baby girl is born on April 29,1998
She is asleep
Four years later, she's able to talk and walk
She is ready for her first day of school
My past is not happy
But it doesn’t define who I am today
Growing into someone special
Because of the people
That I surround myself with
If I don't know where I'm from, you ask, how will I know where I'm going?
Fair enough.
Here's my best answer:
I am from a little boy crying because I turned his amoeba of green paint into a t-rex.
When asked to describe oneself, a lot of people misinterpret the question.
I am not like those other people, I am different!
I had a vision of my life
Who I would be, what I would see
As we all know, it’s shaping up
To turn out quite different that I’d have thought
Every person who has touched me
I am constantly rising to the occasion,
I am constantly making mistakes,
I am a perfectionist,
I am a procrastinator,
Who am I?
possibly the hardest question because there are infinitely many answers
answers that may contradict because I am not simple
then I realize I am not an answer
there shouldn't be a question, "Who am I?"
Here I am,
Pen and paper again,
Being asked for self-reflection.
A piece of me for the fodder I need,
Trying, desperately trying not to sound too proud,
But never presenting myself as too meek-
Why?
I am me
Chubby, Strange, but hopeful
I am
Transgender, asexual, gay
But I am hopeful of a world made equal
Of a world were we don't have to worry about hate
Where nobody feels like we shouldn't exist
This is a viewers discretion,
I am who I am because of my misdirection,
The path I have wandered was in the wrong direction,
I am a never ending series
Of sleepless nights and crumpled bed sheets
Battered from the restlessness of my slumber
A lost sheep number
4 A.M's only friend
Tired
I am the burnt out light bulb
You stare becasue I am not showing my hair
You think I am oppressed by the males in my life when really I am not
I am a 17 year old girl
I am, I am living in a world that
Teaches us that we can do anything we put our mind to
Wish that I could be the world’s biggest super hero
Too many to count is how much of us there are.And yet the world's beauty is in first place for the tranquility there is in the vast speck of nothing we belong to.
My mother once told me to be multicolored like a rainbow
I painted myself with vibrant colors
Reds, blues, greens, oranges
The plethora of colors-- each one an aspect
Money isn't what we needThe world simply needs harmonyThe more we fight the more we killIs it really your God's willWe kill the people we think do wrongHow is that fairThe world isn't two shades
I am...
Who am I?
Studying every day
Working hard
Who does that make me?
Determined?
Conformant?
Individual or ordinary?
What does that make me?
As a child, we're all told we're special.
"You're so unique!"
"There's no one quite like you!"
This positive self image is ingrained into our minds
And we go through life thinking this without questioning it.
I am more than just my looks
I am not my parents
I am not afraid to be myself
I am flamboyant, fierce, intelligent, rare
I do not let what others say define me
I will not choose to bully or discriminate
I am from Kentucky and California,
Band, horses, dance, and sleep.
From my Italian roots,
From my Irish heritage,
From my German background,
From my European family.
One fateful day,
in the heat of May,
A child was brought into the world.
But something was wrong,
and ended the song
as doctors announced her troubles.
Her eye was not right,
I am.
I was who I desired to be.
The world was open doors for me.
I could reach every goal.
I could win every gold.
I am not who I intended to be.
Just a passing thing to see.
My hands are scatching at my skin
The walls are closing in
I cant get out, I cant get free
I'm slowly losing sight of me
I am itching to get out of here
Tired of being lost and full of fear
Who am I?
I'm seventeen years old and I am lost
Seventeen years old and for a while I did not want to be alive anymore
Seventeen years old and I was ready to be off this earth.
I didn't think I would make it
I’ve begun to realize
the strength
of the human spirit.
How much
pure tenacity it takes
to decide to continue.
I've begun to realize
that I’m
more than a brain,
I was once so outgoing,
so nice, and full of life.
I listened and without a doubt believed,
oh how I was many times deceived.
I loved and never shoved,
I forgave and never worried
i was weak and alone.
lost and with no hope.
i am stronger and hopeful.
found and adopted
i will be stronger and successful.
kept and cherished.
In a world full of followers
I am the leader
In a world full of not a chance
I am the never give up
In a world full of silence
I am
the fog of daydreams when you close your
eyes in math class -
when sine over cosine equals the tangent
that your mind wanders off to
in search of anything
anything more interesting.
I am
From the beginning of my life, since birth
I have always known what im worth
From little kid to being grown
I am ready to make my life my own
Elementary, Middle, High School, College
Rare
Rare is a unique and eccentric personality
Rare is the joy and happiness one you achieved
Rare is the sweet taste of bliss on your day
Rare is the breaths you take
Rare is the sound of applause and cheer
I am the future leader of the world
Cuious to see what the future holds
I can envison a crowd cheering me on
Watchng me walk on the graduation stage
Wanting to get in the colleges of my dreams
I am ambitious
My brother and I learned how to breathe together, but we soon became a set of tools. He was a plow and I was the rake. I collected the stones he threw. I became the ladder when he picked orchards.
I am broken beyond repair and flawless as well,
spinning logic and rendering it useless and disgraced.
I am wrong and I am right both simultaneously and equally,
To some I am colorfully confusing,
Difficult to understand,
Yet to many rather amusing,
I can wear many different shades,
I can wear green or blue,
Sometimes even yellow, pink, or grey,
I am as a hybrid,
A mixture of two cultures merged by fate.
I live and breath American,
Yet I look and am Mexican.
I am not from here,
When I came into this world,
my lungs inhaled freedom
and exhaled a loud cry of justice.My eyes fluttered open
like the wings of a bald eagle.
I am
a little off
never quite
fitting in
mildly autistic
a little bit artistic
my childhood acidic.
I am young
the first time
I say I
wanna
die.
I am what I am. I am concealed by a curtain of secrets, hidden to all but one. I am untrusting, cautious, and scared. I am what I am. I am boxed-in, suffocated. Sadness. Anger. Alone. I am...I am...what I am.
I am not a number.
I am not another data point in a meaningless statistic.
I am a human, flesh and blood;
With a spirit like a lion
And a hopeless wanderer’s heart.
someone once told me that depression was god's way of weeding out the weak
as if there were no room in this world for people like me
people who can't just "suck it up" and be HAPPY
“Brandon, get over here right away! I’m standing here in front of a guest and I have no idea how to help them.” I shake my head slightly, smile and reply “Right away, sir” as I start maneuvering my way through the endless crowd.
I am sunlight streaming through the window above my bed
I am stardust from the beginning of the universe
I am moonbeams in the darkest of nights
People always ask, who are you?
My reply is simply, whose asking?
I am no category, I am no single word
You can’t define me with a dictionary
I am loud
I am quiet
I am a leader
I am lost in the city of Austin.
The moon illuminates skyscrapers
As I walk through the slums,
Questioning if it is day
I used to think that what defined me was my brain
I had to outsmart those around me, even if it meant making enemies
I used to think that what defined me was how he touched me
The monarch, who stretches her wings and glides through the air,
leaping for the brightly colored petals without a single care,
Beauty to the world but poison to every foe,
Do you have worries?
*an extra 15 seconds staring at the mirror*
No, I don't have time for them..
silently stares at nothingness, no the future.
What if?
Driven and persistent, I run like a battery
I try harder and harder to surpass what jumps out at me.
I always try my best since I’m a perfectionist,
Oily skin
Acne
Facial hair
Waxing
Stretch marks
Cellulite
Wooden or plastic
Fake
Make Up
Skinny, Fat, Plus sized
All beautiful
Black, yellow, white
Defining a person is a delicate thing
Having to dig and claw at an inner-being
And hope nothing falls out
To look at myself through a magnifying glass
I am a contradiction
I am the soft glow from a lit candle
I am a bomb
Tick Tick BOOM!
I am a weapon
My words, sharp like daggers will pierce straight through you
I am a shield
We were locked in combat,
there could only be one winner.
The ropes of the ring,
close in.
My opponent steadily watches me.
His face, taut and glistening
with sweat.
The mirror only knows how to say
"You're unique," in the worst way,
The fairy tale bodies
of crinkled magazine covers always implied a happy ending,
But this, is
I am a flower in a desert.
I am beautiful,
But I am also a girl who
Was told she was pretty a little
Too often.
I am a girl who
Understood divorce
Before she knew what love was.
I'm from the world of Polly Pockets,
from sidewalk chalk,
and the Sounds of Music.
I'm from uniforms, blonde braids,
from blue eyes, and loud giggles.
I'm from seventeen Oktoberfests, chicken dances,
They take my kindness for “weakness”.
They take my silence for “speechlessness”.
And they consider my uniqueness,
as “strange”.
I am clumsy-tripping, falling over thin air
I am awkward
I am a professional procrastinator-last minute finishes abound
I am an optimist
I am a dreamer, staring out the bus window worlds away
I am a romantic
Who am I you ask? Someone you can’t find in the past. Every time you see a house I hope you think of me. Because I am warm, I am the home to those who need me to be. I am sturdy, steady and strong. I am that person you can lean on.
Knowledge is power.
Go to School, Study, Work… Then die.
But how am I supposed to learn when all I think of is my Debt.
School cost way too much.
Life is too expensive.
Jobs to few and too far.
Anxiety’s like a tightrope/
That swings in time to the/
Wind’s steady movements./
Below my bare toes/
Which curl tightly around the/
What defines a person?
Thier possessions, thier friends, their actions?
No.
A person is defined by their beliefs.
These beliefs are what shape a person's life.
Eight thousand, four hundred and seventy nine.
One hundred billion.
One hundred, seventeen thousand.
One hundred trillion.
I AM
I am a benchwarmer and a starter.
I wonder why I play this sport.
I hear coach yelling.
I see that I am back on the bench.
I want to start every game.
Her name means pure Her name means peace Her name means serene Her name as tranquil as the summer sea
I’m from Martinelli's apple juice,
From windex and sqeeqee’s
I am from the painting of clouds dancing through the ceiling.
I am from white Alcatraz, the morning dew sliding down the grass
I am loving and kind.
I wonder about the future.
I hear my future calling me.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I want to be me.
I am loving and kind.
I pretend to be someone else.
Everyone says I'm a good person,Everyone says I have a kind heart,But they don't know everything I've done.They don't know that instead of sweet, I'm actually tart.
On my page in this book called “Life,”
Words are everywhere.
They are omnipresent expressions,
They convey who I am.
Soaring through the waxwing slain
One sound, one bearing
None to fight the slain waxwing feign
No contortions and no appobations of collegiate youth
but the mere understanding of what
it is
I am like the crashing waves
the strong water that never seems to cave
it beckons
and calls to me.
My heart is cacophony of sounds,
loud, but good all around
I am
different than most, similar to few
always wanting to try something new
tried and true, breaking through
an ever changing world view
too complex to sum up in review
Who I am today is unique to me alone.
No one else has lived the life that I have known.
But who I am today may change at any time,
Without and reason, or even any rhyme.
Who am I?
Honor
Service
Love
All praise goes to the man above
Who am I?
Peace
Serenity
Happiness
Because I am aware that I am blessed
Who am I?
Bright
Bold
I am strong and I am steady.
On my toes and at the ready
A bleeding heart, a soothing song
A friendly smile, a healing balm
Rough enough, worn and weathered
With a wealth of patience that cannot be measured.
Preface:
The direction wind blows matters not
To the skilled sailor
If the water fighting back the hull should freeze
The ship will rest
To the orphaned chick
The wind is mother
I am...
resiliant,
patient,
motivated,
resourceful,
loved,
sensitive,
knowledgeable,
grateful,
spiritual,
creative,
passionate,
smart,
talented,
I am the high hopes and big dreams of a little girl.
a little girl that found fun in everything
fun with friends and family.
I am the mom and dad who made me,
the mom who gave me my dark brown eyes,
I am
about as young as I will ever be
the beard is looking thin
but the mind is a lifetime of memories
like remember? When I was thirteen?
Skateboards and bursts of energy
Drama, Comedy the Scenes of my Life
Prepare Me for a Journey of Excitement and Delight
A Nervous Animation it is Up or is it Down
Do I Give Them Myself or Will they Even be Around
I am stronger.
I am taller.
I am the one with the cocoa butter skin.
I am the one that kids use to make fun of when the lights went off in the classroom.
I am the one that smiled despite the darkness ,
With good comes bad and
with both comes life
With cacophony comes euphony and
with harmony comes strife
With one comes its counterpart-
I am from the elderly:
The young, embodied in old.
Oil paintings, nickels, toothpicks,
Soup-ified meals, straws, and distant looks.
I am from memories.
I am from plum trees
They said junior year was the most difficult
Well they were surely wrong
Yes the spring of SAT's and college visits were strenuous
But senior year was strong
My first priority was cross country
Am I good enough?
Is there something wrong with me?
Why am I always being ignored?
Am I invisible?
Why do they all flock to her
and not me?
Am I not pretty enough?
Funny enough?
Who am I?
I'm not just some normal person to come by.
I am unique,
Just become I have diseases does not mean I am weak.
My story began long ago,
in a hospital room with a light than had a dim glow.
I am a warrior.
I am not a mental illness.
The labels that I check
on documents
do not define me.
I am capable.
I am not handicapped.
Do not discredit me
The hands of time move if your looking or not,a clock could be broken but you can still feel that time is moving forward, it dosen't wait for you ,it doesn't care ,time can feel slow or fast but we all know it won't
I am…
A girl
With problems
That no one can see.
A girl
That no one understands.
I am
Someone who everyone gives up on.
But I am
Stronger
Unbreakable
I am somebody,
On this world,
That is small,
But will make a major impact.
I am somebody,
In the United States,
Who has a mind for success,
And will do anything to succeed.
I can do many things.
I can walkI can talkI can read And I can write.
I can follow my dreams.
I can be a doctor I cam be a teacherAnd I can be a chef.
I am from books.
From the animal shadows in the morning,
and from the fire in the fireplace at night.
I am from the forest,
who's darkness I have come to know,
and love.
As the blue sky turns to grey
the love I once gave you will forever
stay but all you have to give is
the pity that I already feel for
both of us, not only hatred but disgust
I am the mind inside the body that you see
I am one human in 2015
I am one animal on planet Earth
I am one with the universe
I am two eyes looking out into space
This poem is not about who I am and the life I live, but instead about who I'd be and what my life would be like if I could afford to live it.
There was a time when I wanted to be alone
little voices in
my head
said
you don't need anyone because
no one needs
you
Those words were all I could hear
Persist and Press On
No matter the measure,
No matter the competition,
No matter the difficulty,
For years I've wondered who am I?
What is it that I'm meant to be?
Right now I can't see the road ahead of me.
I've been dying to find my place in life.
Everywhere I go I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Over thousands of throws,
feet rise like a sand castle.
Built from nothing
into a unique something.
only to be thrown again
by the tides of time.
washed away in a cleansing
I am an ocean,
so deep.
with may parts that never be seen
and many depths that never been explored
by all, not even by myself...
I am the sky,
so beutiful,
People often form first impressions of me and then pigeon-hole me as one type of person or another, but I soon prove to them that I am multi-faceted and unique.
Don't bother looking up "Ashley" in the Dictionary;
Nothing will be there.
Instead, I implore you to look up:
"Hopeful"
Because I am hopeful for the future of every community in the world.
"Happy"
In elementary school they would say:
You are a loser
You are a wierdo
You are a sight I don't want to see
You only want attention
When you scream at a bug
Deserving of the things they did to me
I hide from the world,
Something not uncommon to see.
But when you peel back the layers,
You find what is really me.
I am fire, I am light.
I have flame inside my soul.
I am sky blue:
The enticingly flaky polish that
My restless nails mutilated
In an anxious fit of obligation.
I'm the fat girl,
I'm the Geek,
I'm the one playing WoW and Guild Wars,
And the one caught quoting Princess brides;
"Yes, yes. You're very funny. Now shut up."
I'm able to quote Shakespeare;
"You're not normal!"
"You're a freak!"
These words dig into my skin.
Even my parents, the ones who are supposed to love me regardless, ask,
"Why can't you just be normal?"
But what is normal?
I sat outside my house, to avoid its inside
and be alone to think. I like to think
you see. I like to understand.
The clouds decide to join me, to be part
Flying through the Air
I Fall,I Crash, I Slam Down
Confusion Engulfs
Loss of memory
My headaches refuse to cease
Goodbye gymnastics
I am a cracked fortress
Repairs are slow
With only one soul.
I am sitting on the edge of a cliff
With darkness below
Inside a galore behold.
I am...
I don't know.
For the longest time
The answer has been
I don't know.
Before I slipped off the edge of childhood
I didn't have a clue, I only had hopes
And then winds of time came
I am a man traversing a path,
A path that is unique in it's marrow,
Though this path is shared with friends,
I guess I always walked at a little different beat,
Then those around me,
Like a polar bear in the heat,
I never seemed to fit in, you see,
Singing a melody different from them,
I am the person I've set out to be,
I am that person who stands free.
I am the person whoses skin color reflects a history of hate,
Yet I am the person who is never late.
I toss and I turn fighting myself,
I am a leaf that changes color with time, weather, and seasons,
easily affected by events and the people around me.
I am a patchwork quilt,
A Survivor
That's what I am
Ask anyone who knows me
they will tell you
I have lived through wars inside my head
I have battled the skin on my wrists with razor blades
I am a curvy latina woman
one who's descendants have long black hair and beautiful brown eyes
I am the roses in my aunt's garden
filled with beauty and unblemished
I am my mother's hot chocolate on a winter's day
I am a kaleidoscope
an equasion
a Fibonacci spiral, going deeper and deeper
more complex and colorful than even I can understand.
I dig deep within myself and search
I AM young, but also make mistakes.
I AM smart, but have trouble getting things right from time to time.
I AM a girl striving to be great., but will fail before I can get back up.
I am a person of color
Though this doesn't make me smaller; I am still a scholar
I am growing,
Over the high slopes of snow the frozen beast lays
In deep slumber he rattles his tail and shakes his pearly fur
Its honed fangs caged behind the his purple swollen gums
I am an Artist.
You just got to see,
The wild colors inside of me.
Bursting into air,
Coloring skies,
Like never before.
The passion that filled my heart,
Exploded.
I am an Artist.
I am Strong,
I am no longer broken.
A younger version looks at myself today in awe of the stranger.
She expects to find a torn down girl on the verge of a final breakdown.
I am a manNo different from any otherI feel, I hear, I hurtAnd I do the same for othersYet I still maintain who I amNo matter what changes me
I Am Black and BeautifulI am courageous and strong!I may not have the best hair, Or be the smartest of my peersBut,I AM beautifully flawed.The shade of my skinMy growing intelligence within, An eager passion to be successful I am courageous and st
I am Me
You can catch me on that big stage
ME
You can see mewith all the lights shining on my face
ME
You can see me at the top of that best grades list
Younger me,
was full of life,
my future stuck in a bag, in my hand lay the knife.
I stabbed and I poked,
I tried only to find,
that the knife lay dull and life was why.
Sharp objects I searched for,
I am from rural Poland comfort
Ended one October day
Last view of pastures and their grazers
After 6 years of childhood
All familiarity ended by a flight
9 hours 4,500 anxious miles
I am a songwriter.
I am a songwriter because music is the one idea that can evoke multiple emotions out of a single person,
I Am Poem
I am an innocent sentenced for life.I wonder if breakfast will come today.
Going back and forth
I hear steps in my room
But for what it's worth
I have lived in gloom
The days are gray
The nights are black
I try to pray
To go back
The smiles, the vow
I am hardy laughs and the flight of bird wings in the early morning.
I am the first star that shines when i look up at night,
and i am the last one to disappear.
Picture a dimmed lit light fixture.
Smear blood on the canvas to paint a picture.
Blend pain and a smile until it's a perfect mixture.
Somewhere within the mess you may find me.
She’s the girl with the smile
She’s the really peppy one that likes to dance
She’s the one that’s always happy, no matter what
She’s the one who’s able to hide her other side
To seek what I am
I must find what I am not.
How difficult this seeking is when
I am what I am not.
I once dreamt of what I believed defined freedom:
Freedom to choose what I want and do as I wish -
To live in foreign lands and uncharted waters,
With a tropcal island added to that list.
I am an essay.
I am a delicately carved, yet actively changing
piece of work. Hours I spend carefully synthesizing ideas
to create a perfect blend. I need help. I need peer edits,
Sometimes I think the only reason
people remember my name is because they've all met a dog named Riley. It's usually a Labrador.
Or maybe you remember my name because I'm that girl that skipped fourth grade and
I am brave.
I am self motivated.
I walk the road I pave.
I am saved, a strong believer I am today.
I am from cattle, loud and impatient
And from corn, towering and emerald
And also from equipment, flamboyant and mended
I am..Someone who will be heard
i will not be pushed away.
I will be heard.
i will not be silenced because of my skin.
My skin is the same as your skin dust and dirt.
I will be heard because i am someone.
How I wish I could respond when an interviewer, casting director, or person in general asks if I could express alittle bit about myself. Consider this a proper introduction to who I am, to the best of my ability.
I am Rose
I am the light that brightens the day
I am the one who lives in a backyard
I am the one who is in need of care and love
I am the one that's very sensitive
I am Rose
Once I was a lot of thingsI had a blanket capeA paper crownA fairy gownBut somehow it escapedI was saving galaxiesSo sure of all I knewBut someone stole my powersNow what am I suppose to do?
I learned about dualism a year ago.
How everything comes from two.
I only applied it to literature though,
until I realized it really is me and you.
I am bold when something is important to me,
We are the sum of our experiences,
The product of our circumstances,
Powder kegs of emotion and rationality.
He choose me because I was differrent,
He choose me because I stood through the storm,
Even though I a woman,
I am supposed to be statistic right.....
I am supposed to be that girl with out a father to care for her
Look beyond the sterile walls,
Where well ones fear to tread,
And buried in the concrete there,
You'll see a girl who's dead.
You won't see any body, though,
For while this soul is gone,
Who am I?
Compared to what I am expected to be?
I have straight brown hair and light skin.
I have freckles on my nose and cheeks.
I hope one day I grow up like my mother.
Who am I?
The color of intensity
Running through our veins
Deep beneath the surface
The emotion sill remains
Passion is emerging
Burning fire you can’t hide
Roses begin to blossom
I am a child in a grown man’s world, yet I am a king/
I am the light in the midst of darkness/
I am a brilliant mind among ignorance/
You may ask, “Why then are you not in the public schools?”/
I am me
From my head
To my toes
I am the universe
But I am very small
I am my culture
But I am different
I am bisexual
But I am not confused
I am a friend
Mother’s first memories are holding their newborn.
That was not the case with me.
Put in a helicopter after birth, my mother became forlorn.
I was dying due to Persistent Pulmonary Hypertension, you see.
Who am I?
I am shy
But around my friends I am loud.
I am smart
But sometimes not so much.
I am funny
But it is mostly myself that thinks that.
I am young
I am not just the descendant of a slave—Selah
I am not just some animal who gave up his hide—Selah
I am not a black man—Selah
I am self-defined like the kings before me—Selah
I am talentedI am covered in a cloak,out of sightout of mindIt is hidden somewhere inside me
I was a child with dreams.
I was, in my mind, one of the greatest athletes in history.
I was a child building forts with my cousins.
I was, for a time, innocent.
I was a child who lost his family.
I walk in the day
I walk in the night
They can see me in their sight
In the bright day light
As I move with pace
They judge on my race
Knotted up like a lace
Scared to show my own face
I am this generation.
The generation that witnessed police burtality in 2015, when back in elementry school we were taught that the police were here to help us.
The leaves rustle as I dance on byand trail behind me across the ground
I can come on strong and surprise youand take your breath as I swirl around
I am undecided.
It's funny to me, when I have to respond to a prompt with "who I am".
As if I have 1/100th of a clue. As if I have lived a full life.
I am misunderstood ,
I am not what you think I am.
Cruel , mean , or rude ,
yelling , screaming.
I am a kind soul,
who just wants to be heard.
I am a hard determined worker,
Petey pumps his iron.
At the end of each day,
the only thing he finds joy
is in getting those loyal gains.
I did not want to become the person I am today.
I was just an innocent young girl until one day,
Reality hit me like a storm.
I began on a rainy, cold fall night.
I was an ‘accident.’
The shaking hands and rage encompassed shock of my mother.
The free money and sedentary existence of my father.
I WAS a Florida girl... I AM relocated in my teen years. I WAS popular, a friend to all students that were bullied... I AM me, more independent and still a friend to all students that are bullied. I WAS comfortable and settled....
I am a listener,
Awakening to the sounds of the day,
Swaying to the whispering rhythms that no one else can hear,
And feeling cool, like in awesome, with goosebumps on my arms.
Her words were as sweet as honey,
And her smile was even sweeter.
She would always help those around her,
No matter who or what the situation was.
She always praised others,
The world seemed to go on, the sky remained blue the grass greener than ever
But momma went missing
Silence filled the house, so deafening it hurt our ears
We learned to muffle our steps and not to make noise
I am three long roads running perpendicular to the interstate.I am the permanent whispering in the back of your mindthat says you’ve disappointed your parentswith your liberal tongue and too soft heart.
I am...
A human.
A woman.
I am...
Whimisical.
Funny.
Soft.
Smiley.
Hopeless romantic.
In love.
I am...
Anxious.
Scared.
Hurt.
I AM
Brooklyn's Finest,
Please let me remind ya,
that I havent been in Brooklyn for a while,
but I AM...
Brooklyn's Finest!
The first thing they see is,
STREET, HOOD, UP TO NO GOOD.
I am calm like the ocean's waves crashing upon the shore,
with sweet serenity I reflect grace from my inner core.
I am delicate as a flower that sprouts in the spring,
yet strong as a boxer inside a boxing ring.
I am Human
I am Fearless
I am a Provider
I am a Sister
I am a Believer
I am an Achiever
I am a Christian
Above all….
I Am Woman and I Will Prevail Through Everything Imaginable
I absorb a tender kiss from the pressed lips that never say “love you,”
I dine on a replenished plate while hardly ever murmuring a “thanks.”
All of a sudden everything changed
Nothing at all seemed the same
Just stayed quiet and never spoke a word
I’ve always loved overcast.
I have my reasons but they can’t be taught.
Discovering its depth is a personal experience.
I wonder whether other people love it or not?
I see overcast in everything.
A fairytale begging
One whom believes in magic
in a world beyond the one you know
slowly growing
still believing
in love
in family
in friends
and the world around
never fear
My race, the color of my skin shouldn't affect how you view meWhat you should be looking at is that which you cannot see
A continual change lives inside of me
My story follows;
Family of four ‘till a blessing in disguise
Now we’re a family of five
Long practices to longer games
Jv to Varsity
I AM…
I was a caterpillar
Each day I existed; my life meaningless and without purpose
All I had was a desire to eat
I am like a blossoming flower
not quite there but on my way
I stand tall like the Eiffel Tower
i see myself as a bright sun ray
my thoughts keep flowing like a running shower
"You're so smart."
"You get 'A's, so you're probably doing it right."
"I'm so dumb."
"Doesn't this model look great?
Yeah, 'cause you're in her group."
Oh, I want to scream!
I opened my eyes and colors were foreign
All the more reason to close them again
Pressed flush against the summer heat
I know that time can only pass when I stop to think
But I don't think at all
They ask me to check what I want to major in;
'Undecided' I check, my heart droppping again
I am undecided
The product of parents who didn't know enough
into a solution of a child who knows too much
Born a girl
But read a book
And now what is she,
A he
An it?
Doesn’t she know the pain he causes others
When it
Or xe?
Decides a thousand things
In a single day?
I am a child of God. His grace is within me. I will live my life for him and spread his Word among my peers.
Four brothers lost from each other.
Two never born and one was taken.
The last of the brothers
was everything but shaken.
He didn't know anything,
but later he would get visions.
I am from family gatheringsAnd Sunday schoolSoccer cleats with knee high socks.Shopping and being with friends.
I am the average senior
I am my sweat pants
I am my three-day-old curls
I am my depressing face and tired eyes
I am one of the leaders of tomorrow
I am the one who is asleep in the back
If the dictionary was opened
You'd turn it to four-hundred-twenty.
"The girl with a ton of problems
And self-esteem issues a-plenty."
I am the definition of modest
I Am
Paint splashed onto weary walls
That have stood over centuries of the normal person.
Spots of color to prove I am different
Than the rest
Splotches that don't blend in
With the rest
I am not defined by the way I look.Each freckle on my face stands for what I will become.The scars are the words that my wondering mind holds.I am not defined by the way I look.
Yesterday, I met up with a girl I know.
Every so often, we like to catch up on our lives.
I’m always interested in seeing how she is as time flies.
She enjoys learning new things and desires to grow,
I would not be me if I had a regular teenager life. The main idea for a teenager is to have good grades, a good family, a relationship, and some fancy car. I could calculate and say that only thirty percent on this earth have that. Others?
I would not be me if I had a regular teenager life. The main idea for a teenager is to have good grades, a good family, a relationship, and some fancy car. I could calculate and say that only thirty percent on this earth have that. Others?
I am a developing artistwith creations flowing from my palmsacting as brushesmolding myself into who I want to beI form to my own opinionsbut there are those timesothers have the brush
I am proof that God makes no mistakes.
I am not claiming to be perfect.
I am a person who recognizes their flaws and embraces them.
I am a confident woman.
I am... Strong.
I am... Dedicated.
I am... Bold.
I am... Perserverant.
I am... Successful.
I am... me.
I am ...
I am weak
I am strong
I am light
I am dark
I am joy
I am sorrow
I am my past
I am my future
I am a culmination of all that is in the world
I am a Mother
A woman of Faith
I find my escape in God's great embrace
I am a teacher
In my daughter's ways
Teach her right from wrong
If there was one word in the dictionary to describe me,
One word.
It would be complicated
because I am.
I am complicated because
I never seem to know what
I'm feeling.
Laying on a bed of dewy grass itching my finger tips
Labs lick my face, drool dripping from their puppy lips
Arms like blades cutting through the snow
Impressions of my guardian angels all in a row
I am Lucas.
Yet people insist that I am someone named "Hannah",
Someone that is no longer me.
I am male.
Yet people insist that I am female
I am 7 years old and my mother is reading my bedtime story.
I am 7 years old and I discover Harry Potter for the first time.
I am 7 years old and I learn to devour books like candy.
I am...heartache with pursed lips in the shape of a smile...
I am... illusionist, willing to show nothing but joy...
I am...motivated to prove naysayers wrong with my sound
I am diverse
I stick out too any creature in this universe
Once we converse...
the thoughts on the next Man you had compared too me
Becomes much worse..
I am deligent...
I am diverse
I stick out too any creature in this universe
Once we converse...
the thoughts on the next Man you had compared too me
Becomes much worse..
I am deligent...
How am I supposed to define myself and who I want to be when I don’t even know myself?
Add the adolescent pressure of fitting in,
divided by trying to be who I actually am,
times the expectations my parents have for me,
I Am What I Am. I relish in the pure serenity, open air and quite calm of the dark damp shelter of the temperate forest.
I maybe fat, but thats not the true me
The true me loves to
Read every kind of book
I.
I am fascinated by numbers
I have an affinity for numbers.
I have written him 71 pages of poems.
14675 words and counting
2462 stanzas
3241 lines mounting.
Upon each other like
I am from the little yellow doll house,
on market street,
with the crippled swing set
in the backyard,
rusted with the tears of my youth.
I am from nights spent at my
grandparents,
I am a realist who wants to see the sunshine
A sensible soul who wants to hear laughter
My love for happiness isn't purely for me
I was weak.
I was young.
I was pain
I was dumb.
I was alone with nowhere to hide.
No strength.
No hope.
No love.
No growth.
I was stuck in an agony-filled life.
I fought.
Who am I?
To say am not as good
To say am not a wonderful person
To say am not an amazing human being
Who are we?
To say we are not good
To say we are not wonderful people
I am Extrovent
I enjoy to make people happy
And never at times my hair is nappy
I enjoy to drink a frappie
When i talk i make people HAPPY!!!!!!!
I am a mom.
A full time student, a full time worker.
My life is always busy.
To get to the better side
That's the goal.
I love to help people
I want to change lives
At age eleven
I heard the kids talking
Calling girls a word
I had never heard before
They told me what "Lesbian" meant
And that it was bad
And so it was
At age twelve
This world tags pigs with lying notions
Makes masks to cover true emotions
Fools the wise, “this is right, that is wrong,”
A painted beauty, twisted all along.
But, in the rare cases, we can find
More than I was yesteday.
A constant reminder that
No matter how far you fall,
There is aways stength in tomorrow.
You have been...
Everything and everyone but youself.
An examle of conformty
What am I?
I've been within a endless battle for years. Yet every day I hide the marks with a smile.
I'm not perfect, even at times I try to be.
I change fast to fit in with my surroundings.
I am unorthdox.
What do you expect?
I mean,
I do come from a short line
Of strong women,
Independent women.
I'm free of whatever sosciety
tried to do to me.
With Starbucks in her hand,
She walks in her brown Ugg Boots
Remaining basic.
I Am Poem
I am from "Que vivia Mexico"
To "I pledge allegiance to the flag..."
Two countries united as one
Vengo de una familia imigrante
Luchadora,empredendora
Happiness, fun, excitement, where are you?
We used to be best friends,
now I can't seem to find you.
I'm hanging up "missing" posters all over,
I cherished the time we had.
Fall leaves blow in the wind
My body begins to cringe
Flowers die
Animals run and hide,
Snow flakes collide with the ground
Kids mess around
Rodes turn to ice
Winter wasn't so nice,
I am a world changer
watch as tectonic plates
move at my fucking request
I am a whole person
and I am the world, the
world is me.
My screams make
every animal awake. I
"STOP!!!",
The word the soiety says,
People are born to be different they say.
But when you are, they push you away.
Our life is ephemeral so why live not day by day,
All around me I see
people in agony.
Seeking for a cure;
transfixed by comfort's allure.
Medicine ever-changing
the sick's hope rearranging.
To be a part of this miraculous team,
I am...
I am my own person
I am the getting the keys to unlock my future
I am doing it for me
I am the author
Of a storyrite with somthing to offer
Its time and place set, b not limited to, my imagination
A story often read with misinterpretation
The characters may come and go
I wear a mask on the hottest day,
in the middle of winter.
Everyday.
I cannot go without my smiling mask.
I bring it with me where ever I go.
"Why?", some will ask.
To hide a secret within.
Paint me lost in the darkness. Paint me slipping away from every thought,Sinking in despair--unable to escape.Paint me with pitch black in sight and light always on my back.Being lost in an ocean of tears
Do you believe me now? Now that I'm telling the whole world about this crime?
-
The First Thing: Why didn't you yell?
I stand five foot two,
with a scar here and there.
But oh, that is not me.
Oh no, I am more than that.
I am my love;
Love as I cry on the step because Papa is gone,
Define moxie
Moxie is me
I snap my fingers
1
2
3
My shoes are loud
My smile is wide
My confidence is
Like the high ocean tide
The girl with that slick mouth.
The girl who does her own thing.
The smart girl.
The kind of rude girl.
The girl who is kind of crazy.
The lonesome girl.
I AM…
I am not only my voice,
Not only my opinions.
I am not only my brain,
Not only my intelligence.
I am not only my beauty,
Not only my flaws.
I am because I was
I was naive
I was deceived
I was young
I was told one day
“No Courtney that is not your life.
What you thought was all a lie.
You’ve lived in ignorance for years
I am more than your words and sideways glances
My knowledge is ever expanding and pushing foward
I am more than "act like a lady" and "settle for this instead"
Succes is the goal and hard work is my path
"Comete todos tus vegetales," my mother would tell me
As I sat, after school, at our small dinner table
in our small dining room
In our small, two bedroom, one bathroom house.
I am intelligent,
because I keep my head in the books.
I am a chef,
because I can soemtimes cook.
I am a girl,
because it's the way of the world.
I am an artist,
Today I woke up and I stopped
The world was turning and I was stopped
As life went on I stood still
I let fate happen and I had no hope
I grew up and hit puberty
My body changed but the people didn't
Here i sit, in my chair
dull gray uniform, long curly hair
worried bout money, thought i'd share
tried to ask my boss, as if he would care
my job doesnt pay, not many do
I am many things
for I am the constant change that has no range
where change is my constitution
and adaptation my revolution
I am a lover and a leaver
I wonder about my own future
I hear the calling of my fate
I see the whole of the ocean
I am a lover and a leaver
I pretend I'm a grown man
I am...
I am strong
giving a shoulder to those in need going through pain but not letting you see me bleed but
I am weak
breaking down and crying all night flinching from my own shadow
from the dark
I met her
in a pre-calculas classroom my third year of highschoolshe was warmth and loving hugs for a total of three days
Just because I don’t swear,
It doesn’t mean I’m square,
Doesn’t mean I’m ignorant,
Doesn’t mean I’m nice,
I’ve been saved through Christ.
Forgive and forget
Live in peace not regret
Smile don't fret.
Don't wihdraw from your life, it wasnt a mistake
No matter the circumstances you must be willing to take.
I am
Not a statistic
Not a number
Not a test score
Not an ethnicity
Not a ranking
I am
Not a sick day
I am not any of them because I am all of them.
I am the wind that blows the trees and howls through out the night.
I am the waves that consumes the ground with a cold lonely fight.
I am like a carrot, crunchy at first bite,
But if you chew through the hard parts, I'll make you feel alright.
I am like an onion, layered to the core,
The center revealing what I'm fighting for.
Your words do not define me
For I define myself
Not with power and glory
Nor money and wealth
You'll see her in the corner
You'll see her by herself
You'll see that she's a loner
I am Wendy, official Lost Girl
I take the lead with pride but also dare to follow
I believe in everything and discount nothing
Though doubt is something i'm no stranger to
Sometimes, when I have an existential crisis like everyone does some time in their life, I turn to Dictionary-dot-com and search myself up.
This is what I see:
Iris P.—noun. /ˈaɪ rɪs pi/
I am a strong person
I will fight for what I want.
I am strong-minded
I am smart
I am independent
I am who I am
I am honest
I am confident
I will achieve my goals
I am proud
She is a quiet, smart
Sweet little girl who loves to learn
Teachers praise her up and down
Parents envy how well behaved she is
Their children, her classmates, though don't understand it yet
Fuck what they think.
I be sun kissed, crazy, wild flower child.
I be chocolate eating, ice cream loving, sweet,
Sweet lover.
Why should I care about the box that this world puts me in?
I be poking holes.
I am unidentified.
A pretty face and name with a unknown destiny.
They ask me to be vocal,
But I AM afraid,
They ask me to be aggressive,
But I believe in inner peace
They ask me to be in power,
I'm a mountain that has been moved.
I'm a cloud who has nowhere else to go
At night I feel like a vampire
A parasite tattoo that nectors the blood of others with nothing in return but useless pain
I am invictus.
This is my battle cry.
A million armies can knock me down,
but none will ever cease my fight.
Mountains rise before me
and behind them hides the light,
but I am not defeated
i don't expect you to understand;
understand—you are not me.
you are not six seven three
one one four fifty,
chipped finger nails and did you see
I was born to be a rainstorm
The words you do not speak
When the rain it starts to hail
And the roof begins to leak
I was born to be the wind
A tornado just inside
Though you run for shelter
Who am I?
What a funny question to ask.
What makes me, me?
My brown hair?
My eyes?
My lips?
My body?
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I laugh?
The way I talk?
The other day I was asked to describe myself in one sentence
And when put under pressure, words shoot out of me like a bullet from a gun,
I answered, "I'm like a shoe."
I am Terrified.
Not all the time, no. Only when I look in the mirror
and see
a girl who doesn't know where she fits
and a girl who doesn't feel
like anything more
than half of an intangible whole.
Who am I?
I am a small town girl
a leader when i have to be, but i prefer to follow
I am the book nerd, but i like the outside world better
Who am I?
I am a simple teenage girl, in a not so simple world.
If you buy the ticket you take the ride
Though sometimes it hurts you deep down inside
Buy the wrong ticket and you'll be lead astrew
Rather the ticket holder be me or be you
But in the end the best will die
I am a song,
melody unheard
lyrics unsung
I am a slave
and the world is my cage
while their words bind me in chains
But they do not define me
Kathryn
9/3/15
If I Were A Word
If I were a word I'd be simple word
Shine
We are different yet the same.
Society demands we fit in, conform to their ways,
But we are screamed at to be different, the right kind of different.
Don’t be a freak,
Don’t be too smart
I am Katherine.
I am a writer,
A daughter,
A nerd.
I am addicted to stories in all of their forms
Drawn to celtic music
And laughter.
I am intelligent,
Artistic,
Mature.
To be or not to be?
The true question is, who's really me
The mind of a kid who has a grasp on life.
That can create visual replications of what is right
The past, the future, to him none so real
I am the ninth letter
The name of the writer
The one who speaks to the readers
I; a human; a mortal; the one
Who has but much to be done
Yet accomplished so little
To type this out
Letting go of inhabitions, having only good intentions.
Trying for better days, seeing new reasons to make me stay.
I don't live to die, I live for today.
These are things that set me free.
I am not she
I will never look the same
But, I am me
And you are to blame.
You say that you love me
How can that be?
I am not perfect
I’m only maybe a 3.
In your eye,
In fourth grade, I was bullied.
Two girls who didn't fully
know me.
They decided to act like a I was a flea
and they wanted to crush me.
It was so hard and oh how I wish
I walk through the hallways.
People notice it always.
They snicker and sneer,
whenever I come near.
"Why don't you shave it?" they say.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
It makes me, me,
In a hall with three doors, she stands
She had hoped she would be brave
Yet she is afraid
I am Medusa. When my tongue snaps, it is a thorned whip on the backs of a million sinners. A snake's venom slithering deep in the bloodstream, paralyzing muscles and stopping hearts.
Most of the time, things are different
than what they seem,
friends turn out to be traitors, reliable jobs
fall thorugh, love proves inself unfaithful.
The rest that is left is exactly as it seems, it
I am, imperfect
Flawed, but accepted
I am, intellectual
Blood running among books
I am, love
God is love, through him we are to
I am, joy
Moments shine bright
I am, depression
On the outside, I am clean
The sun shines bright
But on the inside reside my dreams
Which are, truely, a fright.
I don't know where I am bound
But I do know what I am.
Might as well hop on a Greyhound
As I grow up,
(I never promised Peter Pan)
the imbalance of chemicals
try to right themselves into what
will be,
is me.
So if I seem louder,
so if I find it uncomfortable
I am melanin
I am beautiful
I am a daughter, a sister, and a friend
I am also labeled as a statistic
Sought out to be just another "black girl"
I have never really been able to imagine what I would do with my life,
I do not know if I will become a Partner in a Marketing Firm, or even a brilliant designer,
I can strive towards goals with my ambitions,
I am
So many things in varying shades.
Some days I'm warm pastels and others I'm vibrantly displayed.
My canvas is the world and language is my muse.
I look upon this earth and see all the tools I could use.
Mother once told me
That I am strong and I am beautiful
I am intellegent and I am capeable.
I am only fifteen, but in my few years I have seen,
I flip through the pages of shiny, newly bought magazines.
You always hear,
"Never trust the quiet ones."
I must say, in my case,
That is true.
I am quiet
And I am shy,
But I also have
An unexpected side.
Quiet girls tend to be considered
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
Tremble
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
I am UniqueI am a person that willEnjoy hanging out with friendsWhile also enjoyingHaving a little alone timeI am a person who will say what I thinkBut is scared to go in front of crowds
I am… Different
Lasheema Kearney
8/27/15
I am...
The essence of the word we call different
Ingenious
I am an ingenious black woman.
I am……
Viewed as a victim
Categorized as a minority
Portrayed as a perpetrator
I am a product of my environment
I was……
I am not to be seen nor heard, but to be unnoticed and pushed into a corner.
I am not to be who I want to be, but to be who they’ve already planned for me.
As a small town 17 year old girl,
I haven’t seen much of the world.
Sure I’ve traveled to different states,
But things of that nature are mediocre
To others. My class size is 90; there
I am a good old-fashioned girl.
I knit, bake, sew, and crochet.
My habits may seem backwards,
But life is much simpler that way.
I am
Modern.
I take
Pride
In the way
You told me you loved me
you told me you cared
I told you I'm broken
you said you'd be there
you took all my passion my heart and my soul
its funny I thought all I had left was a hole
Ask me if I've seen it all
Age 23 but I feel so small
These brown eyes see the worst
Some things holy, others cursed
Choosing night is a losing game
It lets you feel, but only pain
Time and time again I hear you speak
Spouting and spitting your misguided bigotry
I've grown and thought
Everything you said, I bought
Hate-filled eyes and hate-filled lives,
Every step I take is a step towards oblivion, an unknown past, a merciless future
Counting the edges of the webbed stars on my hand is no more a task than defining my future,
I envy the rising sun,
not because of its gross incandescence
or from its calming warmth,
I wish i could describe to you the way wind feels.I want to feel wind all the time. Delicate. Beautiful.I know Nothing. I am nothing. I feel nothing. Constant Contradictory Confusion and disillusion
I must have missed the class that tells you how to be a girl
I'm talking about the class that tells you
Let me start off by telling you what I'm not
I am not the perfect student that gets straight A's
I am not the femine daughter my mom wishes she had
I am not perfect, but let's face it no one is
In an hourglass and the time is flowingLife is going.Growing and changingCan only see your imprints for a minuteUsually forget to take the minute and realize it
Mesmerized by the beauty
Lost in the harmony
She is
Not focused on the problems
But the glory
Nor the sadness
But their story
Not attentive to their faults
Only noticing the shine
I am from floral paintings, wooden cabinets, and from Midnight Summer scented candles.
I am from the redbrick, Victorian style home.
I am from steak and beets, the freshly cut grass, and the echoing ballads of geese.
I'm not who I am
And I'm not who I say I am.
I'm the way I kissed you softly,
I am the agony the misses you awfully
I am a new page in old book
I am the one who took and took
Shattered pieces of glass doesn't mean that you are broken,
It means that you are trying to put together a new you.
When I was shattered into glass, I did not let the pieces be swept up like dust,
So red like the lips of a fair maiden,
creatively pouting,
looking for someone to lay their talking machine upon.
So hot like some good sex,
leaving you feeling magnificantly drained.
Experts say there have been approximately 108 billion people on this planet.
At the moment, 7.1 billion are exhaling carbon dioxide.
I am...
The voice that speaks for those who can't,
because someone sentenced them silence.
I am from a cozy and familiar room.
From the pictures of my family to the solitude of the place.
Dealing with depression can be no fun
Especially when you feel like you're the only one
Two years ago I would have told you I was broken,
beautifil, smart, gracious
sweet, thirsting for knowledge.
bookworm, nerd, four eyes.
I am okay. I am called these things, good and bad
but i know that I am perfect.
I was made the way I was because
I am one person,
flip to a page and there i lay,
under the word unplaceable.
I, myself cannot be classified,
put into words,
the entirity of my being.
I am unlike the next person,
I'm pretty fucking great.
Pshh, you know what they say...
Okay,
so I didn't start that way.
I started by living my life on the day-to-day,
had no friends, but what could I say?
Cancer.
The word itself is a cancer,
Igniting fear and disgust when discussed.
It is a thief,
Stealing happiness, hair, hope.
Cancer stole Dad.
But this thief defied itself.
It gave.
I want my brain to have sanity, for my sleeve to create humanity, for my heart to scream Christianity and for my soul to bleed prosperity.It’s not my fault I eat from the hand that reprimands me or that I’m fainting in the black hole I’m painting
Things happen in life
changes happens
in the end this shapes you
challenges are like checkpoints
I am a descendant of kings and queens of royalty.
Negus by inalterable definition.
The specimen of glorious beauty with well-melanin toned skin.
The birth of humankind.
I am undefined, I am undecided, I am unsure, I am unofficial. At the same time though... I am ambitious, I am determined, I am dedicated, I am intuitive. I am a lot of things...
I am Survivor Anne
Who has been cast away,
who could never meet demands by those
more cruel by the words they say.
And though they spit and punched and screamed
and tried to tear her dow
In a world where wonder whirls in the sky,
I lay with my hair in a tangle of curls in a field,
cleansed in a warm summer’s glow.
Thoughts of the future fade far into the setting sun.
I've encouraged them from the shadows
Have found others and helped them take stage
Helped them find the spotlight
And from the shadows,
I've watched their accomplishments
Like they were actors on stage
I am heartbroken
And I am meant to be
See my heart was made for breaking
Muscle needs tears to strengthen
Pain made made me who I am
And it hurts me so much to leave
I hide behind the pages of books... The author's words separating me from the world near beyond repair.
I Am...Undefined
Can't be described, someone you can't find
I Am...Developing
I am what my parents always wanted me to be.
I am a good girl with good grades and good friends.
I hold doors open for people.
I say please and thank you.
I do what is asked of me.
I am done being what everyone wants
I am my own person
You can not mold me to your likeness
My mind simply will not listen.
I am tired. I am done.
Little me was always there.
She had her head held high,
believed she could surpass all limits,
Don’t tell me that you understand
Because you probably don’t
Don’t get me wrong I need your support
And I care about you more than you could know
But just because you wrestle with worry every once in a while
I am strong, I am ambitious
Like the storms, I can be vicious.
I am weak, for I must bow my head
So the God above can catch tears my eyes shed.
I am tall like a skyscraper
For that there is no cure.
I am
not trying to be cliche, but
Who I Am
has been wandering around dark alleyways,
groping at plaster bricks in hopes of finding a light switch
or a door.
Who I Am
I am an Iconoclast; although many of my goals have been overshadowed by the pressures of the present my progress towards s
I am new.
I am new and strong.
I am new, alive and singing a new song.
The way I was before,
Is not the way I walk now.
Since the time my heart became whole,
And the moment I heard the sound.
Daddy's good with numbers;
he's an engineer.
I'm good with numbers too;
could've been an engineer.
On the street,
people turn around to look at me.
Not because I'm a muscle stud that a thirsty girl would love to meet,
but a man with a crazy personality and an addiction to bowling and sweet tea.
Unlike sweet tea,
I am my father's daughter.
I have no doubt as I flipthe pristine pages of family photo albumsand see the same gap teeth, the same galaxy of frecklesspattered across the same round face.
No longer will my life
be subject to society's rules
of how a female should act, look, and do
because rusty jewels
have the same value
I am tomboy
so I won't go down that avenue
What Am I?
What am I but an ordinary person
Riding on the ever-so fast,
Yet ever-so slow river of Time?
I’d like to think that I change often
Or, evolve often.
I become a brighter
Smarter
Stronger
Version of myself
every day that I am alive
I am that fiction book I read at night
The book that takes me far away from this place
The book that takes me far away from dilemmas
I am that fiction book that makes me feel real is fake and fake is real
As I lay in the darkness
My mind filled
With the pitch and silence
I think…
Why do I feel like this?
So comfortable
My name is Courage.
I am strong and brave.
I don't care what others say
Because I am strong enough
To define myself, by myself.
I don't follow others' tracks
I create my own, and leave a path.
To find SUCCESS ,
roam through the JUNGLE.
You'll find nothing but predators and prey.
What are YOU?
PREDATOR or PREY?
THINK ABOUT IT!
I am an immigrant in my own city
I am a woman with brown skin, no one has seen before
I am becoming a commodity to those around me who look different
Born into a world that has nothing but templates for beauty,
While I sit here and make a list of things that "lack beauty"
While others watched their siblings play sports
I'd watch my brother play games
I am not perfect,
I will admit that.
But I am myself,
And that is enough.
I am perfectly flawed,
In my own strange way.
Passive yet impatient,
Both quiet and loud.
I Am Me...
Brianna is who I am
That means I'm helpful and loving
Determined and hard-working
Frank and honest
Brave and bold
I am from brown coffee tables,
from Shea Moisture and Dove.
I am from the yellow walls of the two bedroom apartment.
I am from the chrysantheums that are my mom, the rose buds that stick you.
Flashes of white appear before me, forging into the common shape of a bird.
I am a woman
I am a voice
I am poised melanin
I am unique
My soul and spirit is gravatating
My words soothe hardened ears
My sweet presence pulls you near
I am kind
I am me because only I can be,
I am me because, through time and space and all that may change, I am left unbroken...
I am my past, my future, my ever growing potential,
Who I am can't be defined
with little words or a simple rhyme.
For I am everything, and at the same time nothing.
I am ideas and thoughts,
words spoken and emotions.
I am both love and hate,
Broken. Shameful. Fearful. Hurtful. Hurting. I am all these things and worse.
Redone, undone, I'm done, I'm gone, I'm out of the race, but here you've put me at the finish line.
Why?
I am different. But I am me.
I am easily forgotten. Who remembers my name?
I am the daughter of a father who I do not know. Does he know me?
I am a studious student. But does my hard work pay off?
I am the one in the corner reading a book, the scrawny nerd
But the vocabulary it gave me the abiliity to write this spoken word
A bright thinker in this dark world,
I am
Through the golden wood
past running stream
soft breeze behind
I travel.
Not hurrying
under shining sun
blue sky above
What is the thing that defines me?
What is left in the minds of those whose lives I have passed through?
Is it my redlipsbigcheeksblondehair or any physical characteristics?
I am a woman, kind and polite.
I care for others and always try not to fight.
I love my God, my life, and my family.
I am blessed to have others who really love me.
I keep running from my fears,
Torwards my happiness.
Blocking out the bad,
And absorbing the bliss.
Putting up a wall when I meet people,
So I won't get heartbroken.
I am
vegetarian to protect Earth's dwindling wildlife
Twelve-years-old
A dog on the highway
Hit by a semi
Two broken legs
I picked up the poor creature in a towel
Although it may not seem like it, I am clay
I can change, mold into something new, and stay that way
Due to the environment around me I could be grey
Or be something beautifully shaped, the next day
Look at my big, fat, head,
I've got the brains to show for my intelligence,
Look at my skinny arms,
Don't let it fool you, I'm a lot stronger than I look,
Look at me,
I'm like a turtle
longing for the fast life
but livin' like somebody with the name Myrtle (no offense to those named Myrtle)
wishing that i could dive
into a cesspool of ecstasy
not sure of
So many great things, expected of me,
but what do i see, when i take a glance,
in the mirror you ask?
Hopeless potential, contradicting i know,
but as i go, through the journey of this life i aspire to lead,
I surround myself with people who flock
amongst others who are in search for a rock
The symbolic rock that this world is built upon
the mind that I possess wanders along
while my soul sings the happy song
I am thee mvp.
Why?
Because I've survived.
When I wanted to die.
Seven years of sexual assult.
Domestic abuse and heartache.
Dissapointment in myself and still
I am alive.
She was the sweet girl
She was the beauty in the world
The broken bones that go along with the broken heart
I am that girl
I am the tidal wave of anti-depressants
And test after test
Come meet me at the corner,A spot I know all too well,My face hugs pavement,And my wrists twist like hell,The rush of thinking things were fine,I start to get addicted,I don't want no convictions,
Some call me a math prodigy,
Others state a rocket scientist,
I am an oddity, probably an anomaly.
But, despite what others label me,
I call myself a revolutionary,
Tiny pieces of me are all you’ll get to see
because society claims “flawless” is what I’m supposed to be
so you’ll see my polished exterior
you can bet you’ll see my strengths
I leave all of my doors open.
Literally.
Mentally.
Personably.
I like to have an array of options.
A safety net.
Some comfort.
For I am still broken.
I am of the human race, so vast, so vacant.I am of the first world, but of the only Earth.I am slender agile clever King.Weak of hand, strong of mind.
I am a failure
But I don't give in
I persevere
I continue
And then,
I triumph
My initial gauche behavior
Does not define me
I was born.
I was happy.
I was waking up in the sweet, noisy woods.
I was smiling on a cold winter morning, too warm in bed to move.
I was curious, I swam in rivers and lakes, and came home every night late.
I am a small unit flowing through the labyrinth of life. Through each twist and turn I gain more experience - I am constantly learning more about who I am.
of hard knocks, and hindsight. Shoulda, coulda, god damns.
Of middle class raised parents backsliding, and the new low income.
Of a school system that pushed me through to the next level,
I don't know, for how could I?
I am complicated, yet want to be simple
No one can tell me who I am
For even I can't decide
I wish things wouldn't change
For good ideas are left to hang.
I am different
I do not blend
do not mesh
do not conform to the standards
that are set out and command
I refuse to change myself
to please false friends
I am my own person
I am more than just a number,
I am more than just a test.
I am more than that pencil meeting the page.
I am mountains, I am earth.
I am burning fire, and I am pounding rain.
I am iridescent, I am pure.
Fifth grade. The first time I was ashamed of myself. Teasing and taunts seemed like part of the curriculum. In fifth grade I learned to be self-conscious. I learned to watch my weight.
We have voiced our thoughts
Tearing away from religion
Many think you’re not worth it
The pain you may cause
The stress
The money
But what about your love
I am mis-understood.
People know me as the quite one.
I'm not that person I was before.
If they kew who I turned out to be, they would be stunned.
As young, I never thought about guys.
I wouldn't even cuss.
To be real I'm hurt. I'm hurt that I feel like it's so hard for people to be real.
I'm hurt that when I approach people in an effort to be real
They seem to be offended by it and stuck in their shell.
I am not going to dissagreeWhen you say that I've changed.I am not going to laughAt the things we used to laugh at.I am not going to smileAt the mention of my old nickname.I am not going to try
I am made of moments,
Of instances in time,
Not of big events,
That happened around me,
But of the small things,
The experiences I’ve had,
The times I’ve endured,
The moments I was in.
Perfect is not a word for me,
Here is a word that has set me free:
‘Original’ is the song I sing
Even as the fire engulfs my wing.
Never will I die; I am reborn,
I am passionate, I am not torn.
I'll take my crooked finger and point into the mirror reflecting straight off of me,
I must've taken a step closer since I vivdly remember what I can still see.
I used my hands to domesticate my wildly untamable hair,
People are like diamonds.
Unique,
Beautiful,
Interesting,
With countless facets.
We are all different people in different situations.
With our family,
With our friends,
For the "I Am... Scholarship Slam."
We write, we hide,
we live our lives in coffee shops,
sippin' tea from little mugs,
stains on our teeth,
contemplating the meaning of life.
