I Am... Poetry Slam
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We search our whole lives for who we are and what defines us. We search for a way to accurately depict ourselves
And so it begins - the countdown to the day Where seniors are liberated, left to do as they may, Upon the brink of four years our stay here has been,
Where I Stand
I Am The river of thought that flows through the imagination of those who connect with paper and pen
I am not my mental disease I am not my physical alments I am not a burden I am not useless I am not an attention seeker but I am strong I am a fighter I am myself
I have been through Hell and back. I thought I could trust the ones I love, but I can't. I was stabbed in the back. I feel alone in this crazy and messed up world. I've grown into the person I thought I'd never come to know.
I have hope that one day Merriam-Webster's Dictionary Will have a definition Displayed prominently at the top Instead of "selfie" or "twerk" It will be something
I am here in all ways I am here in the way I spend my days I am but a molecule of water I drift through the systems no resistance, but rather persistence I am an infectious way of life
Page 334. Transient. Look at me. Do you see me? Do you see what I’ve been through, from where I’ve come? I try so hard to please you all, But why can’t you see?
When I was
Deep, dark secrets these walls do know
I am a confident young lady who is strengthened by ChristianityI wonder if Heaven really has streets made of glistening gold
I am I. I am First Geeation College. I am the eldest daughtr of Jaclyn and Ismael Padron. I am "big sister" to Kaitlyn and Joshua Padron. I am the mistakes and successes of others.
I am freedom, that many will never feel. I am love, that many will never know. I am a heart, who's beat may never be heard. My wind will never brush their faces.
I am "normal" I am "fine" I am plain I am kind I am "cool" And I am nice I can give you some advice. I am not normal I will not conform I will be my own person
I am whatever can be imagined. I am the boogeyman in your closet Waiting to pull a prank, Or that mysterious little fairy Collecting and willing to give you money. I am the sand man Singing you to sleep
I am strong. When I look at myself in the mirror I see the person I want to be. I see all the failures and accomplishments I've made on my way to now, and it's so much more than I could ever expect.
As I walk through the funhouse my image changes
They told me I was smart.
Who I am is unclear, for I am a process, the creaton of mysel in my image. Matmatically, I do no exist by such definiton. By words, I am "unclear or not defined"
Tiny pieces of me are all you’ll get to see because society claims “flawless” is what I’m supposed to be so you’ll see my polished exterior you can bet you’ll see my strengths
I warble like a canary