Slam What You Will Scholarship
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in the lonely republic,
a little white girl puts pink
and red ribbons on her
dark skin barbie, the one
she hides from her mother.
A Velvet Flower
He could see through her heart as if it were diaphanous
Sheer like the velvet flower she had given to him before she had ran off into the night
The streets raised me from the dusk to dawn
never knew life could be less fun
suicide attempts everyday with my gun
people think i'm okay but i'm not and then some
As I listen to her taunting me
With a daunting smile
Bickering and fighting
Like a child
She’s in my face so is the crowd
She shouts pop off bitch pop off
Were close closer than close
They aren’t living, they’re avoiding death
Life is shabby and death is graceful
They can’t see life as a death wish
A wish to be living at your death
When I die I’ll be falling
Being different is scary.
when you don't act like every one else,
people judge you.
but today I say I am proud of being different!
I don't care if people call me names,
i know my true friend love me for me.
A flush of emotion.
An inescapable vortex of contemplation.
Where do I begin?
To sit here and think seems so wasteful without action.
I find it difficult to speak.
What am I trying to say?
Take a deep breath, relax,
Pick up a pen, and write.
Let your mind take you in a direction
Where you’ve never gone before
Wondering upon the depths of a life’s journey
To the rocky plains of the mountain tops
When I was tossed into the darkness,
I was lucky enough to be ignored
but still I felt the sword...still I felt the sword.
It's just another day, I see the sun through the window blinds
The same people, same problems I worry about too many times.
School is cool
Yet I can feel like a fool.
Man don't get on me.
I'm aspiring to be all I can be.
So I may not have parents who are college grads,
but the way yall be hating makes me mad.
So listen up
This isn't your fault, it's mine,
Waiting for trust to be built by the passing of time.
Being amiable and trusting was my folly.
I was fooled by fake smiles and laughter,
Am I lost for not deciding which road to call my own?
I thought the road to success was always under reconstruction, so to each man his own.
Whether a doctor or lawyer, a poet is what I'll be
A closed hand
tightly holding no object quickly appears in your vision
That's my fist
now heading towards your face
My knuckles bluntly make contact with your cheek
replicating the sound of a sudden body drop
Snow cannot compare
To these white rooms
Even wool cannot warm
The impending mood
Silence is only broken
By the music of machines
Visit only bring
Blood transplants
And more chemotherapy
(poems go here) The inching cloud of darkness crept across the sky like impending waves
The landscape was as still and perfect as protected museum artifacts that such a night craves
I stare at the sky in a gaze,
Amazed,
As if a cop just hit me with a taze
I go by the name Daze;
I remember when they used to confuse me with Stace
Always kept her shoes laced
While I dreamt for a new pair
Long ago I was told the equation of the earth,
by a man who was gifted a sour perception,
that if the world was x, than negative one would be its worth.
He conceived, in any cause, cruel controls kind, without exception.
Where's my pen?
I need to write
Stressed
Beyond
A
Measurable
Amount
What's the essay prompt?
"Describe yourself"
I'm a mess
Scratch that
I'm
messed
up
The night sky is as innocent as a daytime cloud
To nature this is understood to nature this is sound
However, we are enveloped by a mindset quite more diverse
Our minds are blinded by sight, oh what a curse
(In the Future… AIDs only exist to help
In the Future… HIV forgot the E and refers to the residence of bee’s
In the Future… children like Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis are not murdered because men feel threatened
Rough, old winds drummed against
The side of our shack, our lean-to home
Barely dead rain dampened our spirits –
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile.
Bitingly blue memories scream at me –
O Jimmy Walters
Your eyes shine like the screen of my phone when I get a text
Your voice sounds like angels having orgasms
And my heart fluttered when you asked me for the answers of last night's homework
Okay – so there’s this girl at the
Back of the class – and she’s always
Got her nose in the pages of a book –
I mean he’s never even seen her face,
That’s how much she’s literally ingrained
The songs we heard under the wooden porch
Are still carried in my ears – ringing something awful.
Sighing anger is dead when we’re away and the
Great, wet blue is hanging above – judging
Once upon a time lived a child very small
Who believed that the world was magical and tall
And never saw an end in sight of it all
And built up dreams that were too big to fall
There is an irony of Stars and Wishes
You make a Wish, oh you wish so hard
You want love and for your dreams to come true
You cram all of your wishes into that Star
But there are consequences…
“I pledge alliance to the flag, of the United States of America, and to republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty, and justice for all.”
When my dad was a kid he had a diagnosis
to him this was no joke
he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis
this is nothing we can revoke
Theres not really a cure
the steroids he has to take always reassure
If I had your lips on mine
Everything would be just fine
Now, wouldn’t it be just divine, if I could have your lips on mine?
Wouldn’t it be so good if you weren’t considered “from the hood”?
I knew a girl that never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts,
she never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts.
I mean it’s something that no one really thinks twice about
or even once about her.
I just cannot stop here,
All these memories bring me to tears,
I see a face that I cannot bear,
And a feeling that becomes too rare.
