This specific piece comes from the random thoughts floating in my head when I found out my senior year of college would be cut short due to COVID. I know it was for the safety of the students but it doesn't make not having closure any less painful.
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Four years - four short years
In those four years I grew up
I became the teacher I wanted to be
The person I always hoped I would become
I made friends that last a lifetime
gained more sisters than I could imagine
realized my potential to fight for what is right
I grew into a person I am proud of
These four years changed my life for the better
I was prepared to walk out of that brick house and become apart of all my sisters that came before me
I was prepared to say goodbye to the group that made me realize how to fight for equity
I was prepared to walk across that stage in May Accepting the piece of paper that was my reward for changing and succeeding
I was prepared to eventually leave the school where I was living out my teaching dreams
What I was not prepared for was it all to be ripped away
I don't get to walk out of the house that empowered me for three years
I don't get to say goodbye to the people who built up my fight for justice
I don't get to walk across the stage on that day in May to receive my piece of tangible success
But worst of all I may not get to say goodbye to the kiddos who made me a teacher
Although I have hope, a small glimpse of hope
God gave me this opportunity to become the teacher I dreamed to one day become
I've learned to look for the positive and even if I don't get to do any of those things I know it was the journey I was meant to take
In those four years - four short years I grew up
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Where Sorrow Meets Sunset - A Book of Poems
PoetryPoems ranging from love and happiness to pain and existence. This book of poems holds raw, unfiltered poems written from the soul. Some are fun and silly and others are deep and meaningful. Take the journey of emotions through these original poems.
