I Am... Scholarship Slam
Born of promise and hope
Assurance to save something already dead
Brought up as nothing more than a mope
Aspirations far beyond the dread
Recovering slowly but at a lope
Self inflicted courage finally able to cope
Eventually finding his place
Pre conceived notions torn to shread
Former self gone without a trace
Outgrew the feelings of his peers
Outgrew the feelings of disgrace
Finally felt the worlds warm embrace
And through the years
Always fleeing from his fears
-SC
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