I am...Scholarship Slam

November 1, 2015

I am a mess

so large others shy away from

some want to clean me up

but he sees me as a treasure hunt.

I am a puzzle

yet to be completed

with pieces missing

whose picture is still unknown.

I am a lily

hiding under the surface

waiting for the sun

yet to bloom.

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