Slam What You Will Scholarship 2013
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The morning sun rises up.
It rises high above the trees.
Light bounces from dew drops,
Magical colors reflect through leaves.
A poet got to have a sweet time creating her poetry;
A poem do not got to rhyme
If life rhymed, there would be a balance- no hard time
No one would trying to be making a living of any kind. .
For a dime
Painted on lips
an eternal smile of lead
Eyes that were born still
never to awaken
Blues, reds, and greens, a mixture of colors
bring her to life
There is no beating in her chest
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
The father of raw passion,
the mother of a gentle kiss.
Love is the birth of dreamers
and hopeless seekers.
Nothing can stop the raging fire of its hunger,
nor its sweet scent given to the few.
Beauty is...
The sun with light.
The moon at night.
The clouds of white.
The stars all bright.
