If this is the last day
I should walk the halls of university
with the trepidation that stems from
being the first of my tribe here,
then I shall do so,
through lenses of great appreciation,
due respect for my journey,
and sincere hope for my future.
Not without help,
I'm here.
Not without help,
I'm here.
Not without help,
I'm here.
And when it's time, I will give you the glory.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
