S.C. Says is an Austin based slam poet who has been performing slam poetry since 2013. He's toured and featured at venues and universities across the country, and his poetry has been viewed over 700,000 times.
At a glance
I never know what to say When I'm at an art gallery And I find the artist’s work Hideous. Nice...try? I get it,
I hate mingling
You ever been at a party or social gathering And think to yourself “Fuck Now I have to TALK to people?” I hate mingling.
In this poem I am a washing machine. *beep* I take the things in your life that are a little messy And hand them back to you smelling renewed.
Sound Like Jazz
The other day I got drunk with my friends. And as is always the case We got to talking about deep shit That none of us would remember.
I was given some advice once That “son, any place is within walking distance If you have the time.” And I've been wondering lately,
Black is Beautiful
Black Is fucking beautiful. But where I grew up Black beauty was biding it’s time. Waiting for the chance To Shawshank its way into redemptive listening.
To whom it may concern...
To whom it may concern, I am a work in progression. And I think I’ve done it again. Put myself first. My therapist tells me this is progress.
If you know anything about the game Monopoly You know two things. Everyone that isn’t you is a fucking cheater. And If you roll doubles you get to go again.