I Am..Scholarship Slam
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You ask me who I am,
And I reply, "Clay in The Potter's hands."
Those skillful hands, forming for some vast eternal plan.
A plan no lump of clay may know.
When He took me from the mire.
I am...a dream
A miracle only to be unlocked as each day passes,
Not mediocre, spectacular in fact,
A student who aims to receive good grades back to back,
Raised in a family of great role models,
little girl playing in rain puddles
herding fussy ducklings under rainy sky
raincoat swish-swish
wellies squeak and slurp
hungry beasts
gold hair, bright eyes
clueless and naive.
UNBROKEN
By Julissa Anaya
You. Backstabbing, false, two-faced person, you.
Compulsive, deceitful, self-indulgent human, you.
