''Slam Behind the Curtain scholarship
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Drive is essential.
The thirst for succes and change
Is quenched by hard work.
Qualifications
Help me reach my potential.
Pushing my limits.
Work ethic needed
Who is the true you?
I am just one person trying to make a difference; the earth we use is not ours to destroy.
We must protect it for those who come after us, like it was protected by those who came before us.
Because I love you
I want you to love me
I will believe in you like the young children believe in Santa Claus
Be so open, unafraid to share your mistakes and your flaws
Because I love you
The moonlight rises,
Illuminating my creativity.
I gain a new breath of life,
To foster my productivity.
I shuffle through my cards,
Looking for a solution,
Until I finally achieve,
I hide everything during the day,
My secrets and all,
They come out at might to play,
Waiting for me to take the fall.
They are my shadows,
The dreams you can't see,
Ever sat there and wondered?
Ever sat there and thought?
Ever sat in the dark and wondered who you are?
Ever avoid speaking words?
Ever avoid being seen?
A red couch with baked-in trivets.
The big black weary vagabond
lands breathlessly, unknowingly
awaiting its fated execution.
The green papered ax falls.
A silence echoes, which fades
Golden lines flash across a dreaming,
sun speckled face. A child presses
his nose against the vibrating glass
of the moving train. The harassing
authority figure sternly reprimands
The sun kisses the earth to bed.
Fireflies dance to a silent song
and the wind, their swift lover,
caresses the earth.
An earthly possession
of expired, sun burnt leaves
A girl with sunshine gleaming onto her hair
A boy with a shirt, and on it a hare
I look outside at the cold, grey weather
And contemplate, ask myself whether
Between their lips is a slice of bread
The real me is waiting
Waiting for better to come
Every obstacle I make it through
It's just making it through one more
One more school, one more military training, and one more work day
Born a baby girl
Beauty all around and in every curl
Cooing at the summers day
Crying at the night's array
She blossoms into a rose
Gaining personality with every pose
An aspiring anesthesiologist, but it seems that will never be
Intelligent in my own right but bound by the aftereffects of slavery
My biggest weakness is my insecurity
Don't look at me
I feel like everyone is staring
And the judgment is blaring
Don't look at my flaws
Growing up, everyone said that what your family does
Will reflect on what kind of person you will become when you grow up.
After hearing this so many times
The real me has a different name
The real me wants to be adventurous and outgoing
I don't want to have anxiety
I don't want to be sick
The real me loves anime
The real me is filled with passion
How did we get to ten?
Let's take a lokk and remember when.
From a scale of one to ten, bad being a ten.
Can you guess now, or should I still pretend?
Skin portrays itself on her to be soft as ever,
don't fuck up now
but here she goes again
mind shuts down
papers shuffle around
heart is heavy and words are slow
don't fuck up now
the future hasn't even begun
You gave me a list of things I needed to change about myself
and so eagerly, willing, I swallowed my pride and stocked the shelves of my mind with your criticism
I mastered the art of cynicism
"I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty"...
Don't stop now keep singing they're looking at you.
"I feel pretty"...
No you don't. You feel fat.
"Oh so pretty"...
I am the moon.
Cowering behind the sunlight, so bright it’s blinding.
Ready for my time to shine but only ever mirroring those who shine brighter than me.
There are angels in her hazel eye's,
relationships ended to no ones surprise.
Her children would laugh and often they'd cry,
they ask for "daddy", but hes not in their lives.
The bell rings
signaling the start
She can escape the stares
and rude names.
But through her phone she is led to a world
where she is brutally shamed.
Today I am here, cold-dark city nights
Not very cold, not very dark, not many nights
Dream of thousands running from hunger
But today I am here, running from my cold-dark city nights
The rain poured in the meadow
It reflected my mood, sadness
So let it rain
A butterfly landed softly on the railing over the river
It is a single sign of happiness in this meadow
