Escaping (I Am...Scholarship Slam)

by Rosemaryshui

November 5, 2015

I stand up

Getting out of the dirty wrinkled T-shirt

Getting away from those twisted, freezing cold bars in front of me.

There I go again--I tell myself

Who am I?

Not this lazy baggy bear lying on the concrete

this dirty, barely human walking shadow

No, definitely not

I was once beautiful

Wearing pink bubble dresses and shinny pearls on my neck

I was the center of my realm who speak and everybody focus

I was the child

I was

young

and loved

I was the princess of the glorious land, who looking down at humans high above

And then I grow older

My dream shatters

I am not the only one who smiles like an angel

I am not the only one who is confident as a queen

I am not the center of attention, who is as beautiful as your sweetest dreams

Therefore I hide

From reality

Or you may call it "Jail"

As they imprison me from living my life to the fullest

And I am tortured in the jail that I created

Tortured by every whisper in my heart and every sadness coming to me like flooding water

I lay on the ground

Lifeless

Despaired

I stand up

and stand up

But I am always defeated

I can not escape the jail

Even if I am always escaping

So after hundreds and hundreds times of trying

I stand up

Stumble to balance

And smile

There is always shadows accompanied with light

looking at the shadows, you can forget what the light looks like

I am perfection and imperfection

I am imprisoned and free

I am composed of

Shadows

and the Brightest Morning Sunlight

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