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Desire To Inspire Scholarship Slam02/06/2020
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It seemed simple enough
The yard was not that big
I'm Unchained.
I'm Django trying to fandango.
Only I have the key though,
and it fits the hole
Like wack-a-mole with a bowl
my mind is swole.
I need paper.
Without I'm nothing,
Do you ever just let your eyes wander,Let them sift along, searching for purpose?At once it appears, no time to ponder,On no account have I been so nervous.Nothing could fully prepare one for this;
Bus people really have a lot of time to think.. Weary, they are always on the brink of knowing what's it's all about. Bumping, heaving, sleeve-to-sleeving their way to work. Yearning to be back in bed, learning they are spiritually dead.. And all
There is a person named Leon,
Who has not worked in an eon.
He is on a standby
While eating stir-fry.
His eyes are freakin' neon!
As kids,We chose the penniesOver the dimes.We associated size with value. We didn't know that dimes are worth ten times as pennies. We thoughtIt's bigger It's worth more.As kids,
The sound of keys on a key board
with the sounds of telephones
makes my brain want to pop.
Sitting down in a chair,
spinning from side to side
I am very bored
I wish this day will stop.
We all want that one job.
That is easy, stress free, but most of all makes us wealthy.
We all want that one job,
That keeps us out of debt, we could spend whatever amount of money and still have some left.
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
It’s price is great,
But we have it now.
All through the lives of many,
Depression, oppression, work, work, work.
We have endured,
And so we have earned our freedom.
