Why I Write Scholarship (CLOSED)

The world IS my classroom, and I will watch the world learn. We girls and women learn in every far-reaching corner We learn to work hard, and be strong, for our future and our children We learn to…

To be Heard. To be Understood. To be Wordless. To be Unstated. To be Expressed. What is communication? ...Communication is Key. Being able to whisper, and getting whispers back. Being able to shout,…

As the pen moves across the paper As my fingers glide across the keyboard As she tells me she is my biggest fan I write. As gun shots call out innocent names and my wrists cramp My eyes bore onto the…

I forgot how much i miss seeing your face, and how you could never make me mad. I forgot how much i miss that voice, that brings laughter and keeps me from being sad. I forgot how much i miss that…

Silence. It crashes upon the shores of noise with the sound of television static. Then it stops. There is nothing but darkness in my ears and stars exploding in my brain. For while noise is…

I feel like I’m being crushed by a beam Because everything isn’t always what it seems I’m in disgust with my life And all of its being I have so much hurt & doubt I don’t know which way is the route…

My hands can belt out all the words I wouldn't even dare whisper stanza upon stanza filled with feelings, allowing emotions to gasp for breath after being under so long beneath the tongue, beneath…

as if looking at you were not enough, my heart does skip a beat in time to you. when i beheld you i instantly knew, your love would make me your most treasured buff. for this cannot be love's truest…

My voice is little but wants to be loud It screams from the stage but expects to be drowned. The sea is too massive for my voice to sail. My voice sighs when it’s yearning to wail. My small voice…

It's my mental muse, Therapy for the body, Rhythmic healing.

Stories take you places. Everyone knows that. I learned it so early that Time-Outs became playtime. Bits and pieces fall together. Stick onto each other A glob of ideas Pressure builds on my skull My…

I’ve been listening to a lot of Spoken word, lately. Been losing myself in the heartbeats Of fellow writers, much stronger than me. Who hoist themselves up, in front Of a crowd full of people and…

I'd stop if I could. Concentration escapes me, Composing, composing, frantically, A locomotive running aground - Lay the track! Quickly, quickly! Poetry is a madness Infecting the heart of me. I was…

Not writing is like not being able to be heard. Not writing is never being listened to. Not writing is trying to scream underwater. Not writing is standing on a stage but being invisible. Why would…

They wonder what goes on, can't see, even with glasses, thoughts of what I can and can't be, preach to be free from the masses. Even when we seek to be free from the damage, the world turns and…

I wouldn’t be me. No, not me completely, If for some reason, I lacked all my writings. Because writing Is twisted, It is ingrained, Into the depths of my soul, And every molecule of DNA. It holds my…

For the justice of humanity. For the justice of Fong Lee. For the justice of all casualties of racial ideologies. For the killing of Trayvon Martin who had a bag of skittles but was shot for the…

Being rewarded: to receive something for doing something. It's a great feeling whether it be cash or whatever with we're dealing. It sort of a mental healing. To feel accepted and recognized, not…

In need of escape. Solace found from black on white. Addict with a pen.

I write because my mind is a blur of words and sounds and profanities that I can not put into the world through anything else but paper. If I were to say things out loud, they would get messed up;…

The 5 senses I was blessed with became my curse I saw, I felt, I smelled, I heard, i tasted what my life offered me My hopes, thoughts, and dreams became deflected Memories only remind me of all my…

So many faults I can point out to be true But will that proclaim the true person in you? People are windows that you can see through, People are mirrors that show the untrue. Everything that I had to…

Paper's there to listen when the earth has tuned me out, Poetry's the pillow that takes my angry shout, And writing is the friend that never fails to say, "Hello." It doesn't need to rhyme and it…

Escape Because a cruel world needs a safe place Dream Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality Emotion Because tears come to often and tissue runs out Love Because the…