why I write scholarship slam
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Sitting down in my chair, my thoughts unlike my body are not still.
Sitting down in my chair, my thoughts unlike reality are surreal.
Sitting down in my chair, like the highest state of entropy my thoughts are disorderly.
To speak is a gift
But a gift of double curse.
For when we speak,
It is not speech of truth.
When we speak,
It is speech of subservience
To the very
Social
Cultural
Economic
First—a white chapel—words like doves,
But more than words, far more than words—
Gliding through hearts, these are small white birds—
Bring thunder and joy from above,
Thunder and joy of hope and love.
Soliloquy, oh Soliloquy what voice rings in my mind and is it my thoughts to be.
What simple breath gave ideas life and memories reason?
Is it light, darkness, life, death, pleasure, pain!?
And I’m free
I dance on the ashes of my crumbled kingdom
I let my hair loose in the wind’s gasping sobs
I’m stronger than my sorrows
But only because I’ve so long held their weight
I write to shame all those who think I have no business in the English writing world.
I write to silence my battered ego that says I am good enough;like I haven't toiled.
I write because I have the right to.
Lets start with a little bit of history. I grew up in a very small, uniform, town-like city called Linden, AL. There are very limited opportunities to express anything there.
This world that we live within
ignites with a passion that we cannot rescind
where expression is done on a whim
pouring out from every limb
a single brush stroke, a single idea
(poems go I write
For the Pure Writing Joy
I write
To express my concerns
I write
To share a story
I write
Because it keeps me away from trouble
What is it to me that keep me going?
What is it that keeps me wanting move on?
What is this feeling that keeps me moving?
What is it that makes me want to live on?
