Slam Behind the Curtain Scholarship -- CLOSED

What is your ethnicity? I'm Hmong. Mongolia? No Hmong. Miao Tzu. Hill tribe of China. Do you find it a humility that your ethnicity remains an anonymity to society? What are you? Chinese? Go back to…

Within the eyes of the beholder, a dark past derives, An everlasting burden, on the memory of her own, The true essence of her being is slightly obscured, Shadowing the life within. But some light…

I'm driven by my ego My thoughts are the engine And my voice is the stick shift I'm waiting for the day of my ascension I apologize for the pain I've inflicted But right now I demand your attention…

Why did I do this; how could I let myself go? I'm not the same girl they knew a year ago. I may have cut all of the strings that tied myself down to the horrible things and fed me the lies that…

The rain tears at the house again And I still want to let them win If these walls fall to the floor I'll run off in the lightning storm Alone at last, the sorrow ends But only if the water wins

Of course I'm fine, why do you ask? Oh don't mind this, it's just my mask. It hides the grief, it hides the strife, I wear this mask, to escape the knife. Don't forget this, my pain is real, I'm not…

“You’re not in this alone. Let me break this awkward silence…” Blared loud into eardrums Eardrums of an emotionally unhinged fourteen year old boy He shivered in conjunction with the swelling of damp…

I approach the stage There is whistling from the crowds Men are screaming the names I've been hearing since i was 14. I smile and do as i am told. That stage holds me It is the foundation of…

This Poem is about the discovery of yourself because for others to see past the curtain, first you must pull it back and see yourself. I am the sunshine, lighting up the world I am the rain clouds,…

Behind her blue eyes, there stands a girl, chubby and stout A girl, who's mind is hoarded with ideas and doubt Will she make it? Will she crash and burn, like the others in her place? All she wants…

Every morning we wake and do our daily chore as my dad continues to snore He hugs and kisses me so much I turn cold and stiff just by his touch I do my best to play it cool As I continue to make good…

A smile on my face as the sun shines through, Another wonderful day enters the room. The same routine is what is done, It’s time to go to school and have some fun. A time to see friends and…

In this lonely world I call my life I take one last look at this beloved knife. Never again shall I be in pain, Never again shall my cries be in vain. For long I have prayed for my suffering to be…

When you say my name, It doesn't sound quite right It is as if you're speaking to Someone I have yet to meet In a foreign tongue, on a dazzling starless night I can hear the wind to my ears it is…

How Can I write about Who is hiding behind the curtain? When I search, She's no where To be foud. Who?

I pull shut the curtain of the poorly-lit dressing room I shimmy out of my jeans to try on a dress for an event I don't want to go to I look down at my thighs and see my battle wounds I slip on the…

7pm on a Friday night, the breeze blowing through my skirt. Itchy poms in my hands, dazzling the crowd as the game begins. The smell of the mud is comfortable, the box I stand upon as my throne.…

When can you be yourself? lifes like a book on a shelf it has its main plot and events with nothing more to share no individuality, something everyone will like go to the next book you may have…

T houghtful, B lunt, H appy, U nkempt, I s not afraid. T emper beyond storms. S miling, N umb, I ntelligent, O bsessive, S he really is something else. T iredness that never sleeps. M akes you wonder…

Playing the second fiddle, Being second best, One might expect detainment, But there’s never any rest. Constant adoration, For the one who broke your chest, With the constant understanding, You’re no…

My name is Destiny I was a believer in great things before you came inside my life You told me to do this; you told me to do that somthing I did not even understand. I was scared; I was fearful.…

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i bright eyed typhoon of giggle fits over a ridiculous picture where my nose looks too big for the screen a student of passion and promise though i tend to fall sick almost weekly, a sniffling garble…

you still hold the key that opens gates to places others have not seen. you have been in every inch of y body my poor little body used and weatherd by the time i have spent here you wonder ill get…