You Me And Me Poetry Scholarship Slam

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I remember when you would hold me close And whisper how much you love me I remember when he gave you a rose And it filled you with such glee
I am… I am a poet. Overwhelming, destructive thoughts. She said write. So I wrote. She said don’t paint your skin red.
Broken girl meets broken poet,Pieces stick back together,Open hearts speak louder than actions,Hands may not have touched, But fate
Teacup. Clarinet. Napkin. The places I leave my mark define me. If I want to put my stain on the inside of a football helmet, LET ME.
I toss words across an expanse filling it with sound and nonsense To push away silence and pain All the gunshot wounds bloody arms
Lonely Just because your smart or just because your different People assume you have it the easiest But if they pay attention and look closely they’ll see the true emotions stirring inside and ready to burst
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