YOWO Scholarship Slam
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I can't remember what I did last week
Once I finish it, it's gone.
Must clean. Must take care of the dogs. Schoolwork. Balance. What balance? What is balance?
Take a break, sit down, try to add some value to the scramble.
Basketball is a beautiful sport.
It is fun to play
And fun to watch.
You gave it away embrace fully, intimately, emotionally. You got what you thought you’ve craved, wanted, anticipated for so long. After it’s all done, you ask yourself, what’s left of me?
I am hurting.
I wonder why no one cares that I am hurt.
I hear nothing but dead silence.
I see the darkest of blood running down my arms and legs.
I am hurting.
I pretend to be okay.
Red and white litters the ground.
Footsteps make no sound.
In this month of April.
Upon this secluded hill.
Underneath a golden tree.
Looking at you searching for me.
A quiet breeze that whispers.
True love is a four-leaf clover
Similar to all the rest
Yet delightfully different
Beside the next.
Hard to find and
Hundreds of children
All yelling with glee
Come running inside
With much to see.
I sit here,
Scared and alone,
