It's like moving in slow motion While the city lights Br in the fast lane Cutting me off Cutting me off And then They burn my eyes While they cut me off As I rocked to the top Higher it rose up But I never stop I'll never stop It's all I know And all I've got Long live the hard flop So I'll roll with the punches And see what I've got Way to go Small fry You're in the big leagues now.
Welcome to the unfiltered real world. You may have been big man on campus, but around here you're small.
Between me and what I am supposed to be I know I should be confident, Strong, Shake the earth with every step And be the most rapier with my wit.
And yet I am not.
My insecurities are settled so deep, Wrapped around so tight, They act as second skin. The earth settles more with my every step. I struggle for Ivy League diplomas I know I will never get And dyslexic poetry Only understood by me Can only be truly seen by me.
So for now I’ll pretend, That my presence makes a difference And I am woman enough to matter.
I got published with this one but I definitely feel like its still rough around the edges, so any comments or critiques would be appreciated.