Poetry Slam: Glow-Up
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I felt it in the wind knotting my hair.
I felt it as my eyes squinted to the sun.
I felt it as the radio played
And the air blew on my face.
I was in control
Of life, fate, and death.
When I was ten I learned of ends.
I moved away from my best friends.
My eyes were dry, they said "goodbye"
That was the hottest day in July.
Since then I have made my amends.
The hand I first grabbed within the firstfew moments of my life,The hand I first held into within my firstfew stepsthe hand I held when crossing the street,the hand I held when I was afraid,
To want is not to need;
or is it?
Is what you crave necessary for your being?
Sixteen.
Love. A powerful drug.
Mind altering, overwhelming emotion.
What is more important,
I don't know myself
I was myself
But not anymore.
Looking at myself
This isn't my face
This is not me
This isn't my look.
Looking through my soul
Looking through my reflection
