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the brain is a university bedroom adorn it how u want   scatter memories like golden fairy lights circling the sloped ceiling look how they flicker until they are reduced to a soft glow
Dearest seven year old thoughts,   you’re stupid unrealistic hypocritical, but it is not your fault.   The false words that teachers forcefully feed- words that they do not even believe!
Eyes are weighing down Balance constantly zero Work hard to work hard
Dear Destroyer of Motivation, You are a shapeshifter. A manipulator. You can appear harmless, like a sweet humming in my ear. You can be found anywhere. In phones, my bed, the stars. You are limitless.
I used to live in a world of freshly squeezed laundry, Himalayan pink salt on Atlantic salmon, and thermostatic, triple jet showers.   But now I live in a world of re-worn t-shirts, mouldy
I should get an Olympic gold medal, since Every day I hear that we’re all so smart. Experts at graphs and charts, Eyes so small,
With college approaching My sanity needs coaxing Musing my future- A dry, beguiled form of humor   Waiting. Debating. Suffocating.   It's the epitome of a plight They say is only finite
I believe in ME! I always have Don't be negatve Gymnastics all the way!   I believe in ME! Other do not I can do it Dream big You can do it   I believe in ME!
This poem from beginning to end Is all of me, now and then.   My Past indescribable as it can be Was not so sad you see.
Three, two, one... I dive straight in, and I hear the commotion and clouds of confetti, I come up in a new year.   Seat belt, please - Anxiety, nervousness,
The past year has been a tornado of new and old feelings. I have learned lessons and matured because life decisions make you. I dream of being happy in life but sometimes its not an easy route.
pulling out the drawers, my mind wanders to adventures & experiences waiting for me new friends, in a dorm room I've yet to see  
Between these walls lie hope A special place  Hope of one day achieving a dream Perhaps a piece of paper with your name on it
I should not be bitter I should not be green I do not even know my fate  But I see you around the globe I see you. I see your charmed life I see your opportunities I see
College? What does it mean?  A lot of experiences? A simple routine?   The first year living on campus is always quite something. You make friends, relationships,  And even some enemies. 
I wonder, where are we going? We’ve sat here for years, Reading and noting, Learning but never knowing. What it is that lies ahead: Is it joy, is it dread?
It’s in the “thank you’s.” The “you’re welcome’s” and the “hello’s” and the “I miss you’s.” And telling them that “I miss you too.”   Goodbyes aren’t always sappy So if you catch me waving while I walk away
because I've got a kink in my neck.
like a tea sieve filtering windfall colors.   The sundried day was cold, and bird-eyed students waded   through the tea-thick air on their way from class,  
Waking up day by day, slowly trying to take the stress away Days going time by time,
Onto the South face, my mind is a yearning flake, nude and bare I am.
This beautiful music - The key to my "Someday" That is what I told myself, And it was true This beautiful music got me here This beautiful music got me through A childhood of pain 
A new life Potential with no seeming end A new beginning, no sign of strife But to begin, however, is also to end   A military child Moving from state to state
The mailbox held an envelopeKeys still in the lockRunning late to the movies
It started in the blazing heat of a Florida December, a Puerto Rican madre and a bowl of arroz con grandules. The beginning. Rolling r's like hills in Arkansas,
It started in the blazing heat of a Florida December, a Puerto Rican madre and a bowl of arroz con grandules. The beginning. Rolling r's like hills in Arkansas,
Nothing can take your place O Norfolk State Embroidered- the green and gold In my heart and my soul The fire alarms were a pain The classes sometimes a strain But the lessons I learned
Not knowing what i was going to see I found my self in a place where i wanted to be
Education is my love, to embark on a journey of truth revealed Understanding the facts and using those facts in life to change the world
We are day-to-day here, surviving off                coffee and energy drinks and herbal teas passed like drugs beneath the lunch table.                  Like cigarettes
waiting for it my time grinds down and i sit still waiting for it trying to make sure that i am ready waiting for it my mind swims in information and panic waiting for it
To reach the dream I can achieve The only support is I need to believe Time is my only foe Hoping one day write for a television show To begin my route, it will be an uphill battle 
         1. The Path to Becoming a Teacher is...
One Job Could Change My Life
This is how I live now: Wilted lettuce and second-hand shoes. Photos of luxury through flea market frames; Last year's fine china, ringed with watered-down booze.   Don't talk to me of "adulthood."
I'm stuck in a place that is good for me, It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me. Academics are great, and so is the school, But the people all here act like a fool. I go to a school that's a hidden gem
When I think of orientation I dont immediately think education when we think of excitement Camp crimson is synonymous we are sooner born sooner bred
You think the world revolves around you, as most college professors do.  Really? Hell, I have a lot more things on my mind than your class. Tutoring. Eating. Working. Surviving.
Education issomething all of us agree is important.Yet all over the world and in places we dare not gomany are ignorant without it.The lower class, African Americans, and women
Every day seems somber. I look away and as I walk to school  I can feel myself removed.  I watch myself sit there in class  I watch myself write  I watch myself get through it 
I was so sad To be denied from the school for me All my hard work hadn't paid off I felt smaller than a pea
So much talent, And I know I have the energy I see beauty in everything. In every blade of grass In every piece of trash, I see intricacy. The problem is finding the time, The time to create.
Filling the mold, being the faithful daughter, Doing as I am told, it is not a bother. Always honest when inquired, presentation is the key, Ask, and you will know, just who I am to be.
Hello University, College life, where it all gets real; The best years of your life! Are they, really?
This is for you. You know who you are. The nerdy kids. The smart kids. The, “she’s just so bright for her age” daughters and the “he’s always excelled at everything he’s done” sons
Safe is a word that bounces in my chest, it holds my breath in after thoughts like "future" Take it away, can you arrange my life so I don't cry at night?
Fall, winter, spring Fall, winter, spring Through the window, from our desk, we watch the rain, the snow, and alas the sun. Five years and we have the insight to clearly see the world for what it should be.
Can you hear me now? We want our president We want to be heard we want to be noticed! No longer, pushed aside and kept in the dark. Can you hear me now? We want our president We want to be heard
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