Graduate

As I walk this road
Down campus life
In perpetual mode
Will I be a wife?

Bitter roads ahead
Made of highs and lows’
Hanging out with friends
Throwing little blasted blows

Dare I write a book
Or graduate
Give me credit here
In my gleaning state

Don’t let this mind die
In a cold dark room
Quiet the impatience
Of my glorious doom

Give me cheers not jeers
Clapping hands all day
Sewing in tears
Is the price one pays

Beneath the black caps
Flooding from the sky
Shifting to and fro
Do I dare not sigh

Had I not fought hard
Through those bleak days
I’d have sunk beneath the heads
In the Spring of May!

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Cheree Scott

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The Arts have always inspired me. I began exploring the art of writing poetry at 9 years old. It became one of my passions because it allowed me to express myself and respond to my inner promptings in a positive way. I found that as with any art form there are no right or wrong ways of creating. This is the beauty of art...there are no limitations. The only requirement is that the poet be courageous enough to release his inhibitions and follow his heart and imagination. Along my path in life, I have discovered that writing poetry is , at its most, a truly liberating experience that not only reveals the nature surrounding us, but in reflecting the inner life of mankind.
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