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How did I begin to "glow?"
It started with a very dismal low...
I was in the deep throes
Of middle school, acne and braces in tow
Sometimes I wish I could erase all the things I've done wrong
I wish that I could erase the past I've come from
Texas sun hidden in the different shades of the sky
I saw dark blue, layered between light
Clouds that battled to occupy space
It is here that I hide my face
And watch grass and flowers opened their leaves
I am a soldier
standing my ground in the tear soaked mud
the front lines are my home
a battleground borne of water and blood
my weapons are not bullets and guns
Big girls are beautiful.
Thigh gaps aren't pretty.
Fat is attractive.
Look at that big butt
And those boobs!
What about those girls
Who are sticks,
Who don't have a butt
WarsIt’s a horrible thingGuns bang and shoutPeople’s ears hurt and ringWhat is this all even about
Regurgitating useless facts while sitting in class,
A place of memorization not learning.
A test of my boredom, an abuse of my freedom.
I Remember
My exploration of limericks, stanzas started
at poets drawn from shavings of high ambition.
Fragmented dreams, misplaced desires
etched with ink onto my Incomplete storyboard.
What is writing,
Is it life?
Immortalized in strokes
of pen and keyboard?
Is it the author,
proudly displaying scars?
Dripping ink-ridden blood
all over used-to-be-white pages?
When the world around you closes in, go find the Whipperen.
When everything seems difficult, search for the one you must consult.
When life is hard and course as gravel, go down the road through which few travel.
