To Be Heard Slam Scholarship
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Look up to the stars,
They will show you where to go.
Let them take you there,
To the edge of your world,
Where all your fears are shown and all your hopes are destroyed,
Come home and then you will know.
When I write, I write because I choose to,
When I cry I cry be I’m supposed to,
When I die inside it’s because of you.
Always telling me you’re so proud,
Then I mess up and you draw a crowd,
Who do I want to be heard by?
The answer is clear
All those boys,
All those girls,
Who don't get toys,
When Christmas unfurls.
Because they are too poor,
