This Is my very first poem that I read at my school Poetry Slam on April 28, 2017. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I lost my voice last year
I couldn't get up, I kept getting pushed down My spirit was crushed over and over again My tears were fresh and sharp as pain Hope was like a rope that kept getting cut every time I leaped for it The 8th grade was a year of pain I wished for hope in the new year I found that hope in the voice of 518
In the beginning, hope came slow but I wasn't pushed down I was starting to fly higher and higher I was finding my voice again Ms. Guerra's Art 1 class was a voice of hope, the rope didn't get cut when I leaped for it From a Mandala to Two-Point-Perspective, creativity was a window for my my spirit to heal itself My tears are still fresh from time to time but they weren't sharp as pain They were tears of joy I got up with a future in sight
This is what I wished for, This was the year of hope The pain was dull and soft like a pillow I got up without a push down The rope of hope stayed in one piece when I leaped for it Art 2 is my path for a brighter future in my life I finally was myself again Art 1 helped me find what I was looking for, I found my voice My voice was the voice of 518
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Poetry Slam #Wattys2017
PoetryA book of my original poems that includes my very first poem called, "The Voice Of 518." First poem is inspired by my Art 1 teacher, Ms. Guerra, who helped me find my voice and who loves me as a student and an Artist. Cover by ifistay or Meli...
