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Write a poem about something you have no control over and how that lack of control makes you feel.
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RenaeIrvin in Poetry & Free Verse

Syncope (a short loss of consciousness and muscle strength, characterized by a fast onset, short duration, and spontaneous recovery. Due to

I keep everything locked down

Face a blank slate

Hair kept down plain and brown

Don't draw attention, calm, quiet state

Never yell or get mad

Answer questions when asked

Don't like to speak, never had

But The Beast wants to be unmasked

Staring at the chalkboard,watching it grow spots

Know The Beast is coming 'cause I'm starting to get hot

Suddenly can't catch my breath, grip my desk extra hard

Ask myself again and again, Why was I dealt this card?

Perseverance, sheer terror, or maybe both help me hang in there

I tilt my head forward and breathe, a hanging brown curtain of hair

I fight to stay conscious until it finally passes

Just have to be prepared so I can get through my classes

Battle with the Beast four or five times a day

8 years ago the doctor told me it would go away

But as long as it doesn't get me at school

It's really not so irritating or cruel