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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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