Glow-Up Grow Up Scholarship
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I started out shy
Always asking why, never
Questioning "Why not?"
High school was my Hell
Always searching for something
Never fitting in
Senior year ruined
They fought like lions,
Slinking around the living room sofa,
Preparing to pounce on one-another
And using words to tear into each other
Like sharp teeth sinking into sour flesh.
A switch didn’t flip,
the impact wasn’t sudden.
Yet the change felt
just as jarring.
One day, responsible free,
the next, my brown head of hair
When I was little,I went out to play as if nothing mattered.When I was volunteering,I went out to do my job as if every step mattered.When I was little,
To Grow Up
Is to lose a sense of innocence.
I watched as my supposed protector
Stood over the bathroom sink
With a distinct white powder.
I watched a grown man
Look for comfort in
I see Brian's head cracking against the concrete and his chest halt, his brawny frame taking its last breath on the asphalt. I see the boy whose name I cannot rip from my lips with a gun to his head, and the trigger he grips paints the wall red.
