Three F*****g Years

I took the tumble in my first year 

I couldn't get out of bed 

Struggled to capture breathe 

Had someone to hold 

But, that didn't mean I was alright 

Therapy at the age of 18 

Nothing was making sense

This was supposed to be my success story 

My energy left 

A ghost of the honor graduate from high school 

Silence broke 

Marcus came in talking about resilience and lotus flowers 

I was doing Calculus on the floor 

I had to leave the room and think about it 

I started anew 

Found love in a film class 

Found success in my roots 

Found the rights in my wrong 

Died by the end of that year 

Renewed by the name of love again 

The academic stride was stronger than ever 

I grinded day and night while I cried to " Underwater" by Porches 

He called me queen and held my hand 

Worked night shifts to make ends meet 

School during the day to find purpose 

How I ended up here 

Asking for extensions 

And the thirst for knowledge 

Bipolar disorder is on the horizon 

I take medicine now 

Now I don't rely on a hand to a hold 

A f*****g compliment

This was never for your compliment 

Or to add to your plate of pride 

"My girlfriend is getting two degrees"

No.

Never. 

This is mine and mine alone.

Now let's f*****g get that ph.d

Reviews

[Iam-me]

Alexandra, bravo it is an epic poem. About life, struggles and being so f*****g determined to never let anything get the better of you. Like with the Bipolar disorder you fought it and still do at times. And overcame and did it for you. Excellent credit to you. For being who you are. A strong person. As well as expressing it in this poem.

[Alexandra]

Absolutely awed. Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. I can't possibly word it.

[Iam-me]

Listen I understand you perfectly. You are a fighter Alexander, as in sheer determination, self-love and confidence in believing in YOU. Does go a long way. Proud of you. Hugs Dawn.
AND YOU PROVED IT..