A Lyrical Poetic Social

Make it poetic. The medium. The vocal. Make it sacred. (The overtone of his breathe followed every word inside the mic)

Not to flaunt the words. But we take pride in the hurt! (His voice turned from a loud whisper to a normal loud voice. He had the mic on the mic stand and holding it with both hands)

What we endured. Become used too. I then bring my head toward the sky and sigh. (He looks to the ceiling and sighs)

Will we ever get out of the cycle of abuse? A question forever hanging only until I realize I allow it. (He questions brings his head back looking toward the crowd. He then gestures, his hand points at himself)

Speak your truth, some may deny it. (He then takes his hand in a pointing gesture brings it by his mouth and extends his arm outward in front of him after saying speak your truth. He then un curls his other fingers and makes a open hand arm still extended and brings his arm slightly to his right.)

To the youth, deliver them from the lies. (He brings his hand back in to his side and makes a motion of his hand palm facing down and hovers his hand to indicate someone small to their height size)

My cousin in prison, while my auntie cries. (He looks above eye level)

Love nothing to play with, I know some who suicide. (He places his hand over his heart)

Blessed with god gift, a stars wish. (He brings his hand by his face and makes a soft fist. He then raises his hand and points to the sky)

Welcome the new born, healing life where it torn. (He makes a gesture as if to cradle a baby and rock it back and forth. He then places his hand on his stomach)

In order to find myself, I had to step out of what was norm.

Creepin thru hell in the land of the wick, I had to become a storm.

Not knowin what I know now, surrounded by the spirits orbs.

They say where does God dwell, within my core.

Once I meditate envision in which I create, like an eagles soar, like a lions roar.

Anxiety make it work for you not against, if it don’t excite if it not intense.

If you not in love with the process nothing happens in an instant.

Hard work with persistent make permanents. Over come.

Tony just expressed his poem in a local poetry slam. The audience started to applaud.

The announcer Henry, “Alright alright thank you Tony for that expression of art! Awesome! Now we got our next poet coming to the stage! I would like to introduce Jasmine.”

“Hello everybody, hope you all having a great night tonight and give it up one more time for my bro Tony aka talk that talk!” Everyone clapped again.

“Alright well, here I am. This one is called “Don’t put me on that pedestal”.

You going to make yourself look like a fool putting me on that pedestal.

Boy I’m nothing to play with, I’m vicious my ex has scars on his wrists.

Nothing to really brag about I know I know i need to check my mental health.

But ex’s made me this way like Tony say with my love don’t play.

Ok ok ok I hear you and if you do care I know you do it’s in the air.

Let us pray let us pray that this day forward I won’t judge your love based off my past.

Again let us pray you don’t put me on that pedestal.

Let us pray you come to understand my life and what I do.

Again let us pray you don’t put me on that pedestal.

Let us pray if I make a mistake remember I’m human too.

Again (emphasizes) let us pray you don’t put me on that pedestal.

Stand near me when I’m difficult and know it’s me not you.

You understanding and communication is key.

No one perfect so that lie diminish by honesty....

Jasmine looked to the ceiling in the building and then bowed. The audience clapped and she got a standing ovation. Whistles and yells filled the air. The announcer came to grab the mic.

“Alright! What a performance thank you Jasmine. Next we have a brotha that go by the name Senses Sense Say. Here we go people.” The announcer gave Senses the mic.

“What up every one! Why what a performance the home girl Jasmine let it be known don’t put me on that pedal stool we all human we make mistakes.”

Senses legs seem plant his feet into the stage and set the mic in the mic holder.

He grabbed the mic both hands he looks around. “Ya’ll ready? Here we go....”

I sat inside a wooden box thinking about what motivates me.

To script in a describe of what makes sense in the waves of the vibes.

That penetrate our souls eye make the ripple energy come to alive.

Take that phenomenal desire that undeniable drive.

You see I ball that idea up and throw it inside.

My being the visuals creep in manifestin what is to be destined.

If there a will there a way is what my gramma used to say.

You remember what Jasmine told us is to pray.

For the senses to show us the way.

Pay attention to the lessons of the day.

You see i was told I had a purpose in this life.

I have the holy spirits armor on so I’m not worried about the knife.

Voices, yes I hear em and they come on strong at night.

The senses pray we all get along and not fight.

Give thanks to creator for being able to express this on the mic.

Before I leave always remember it’s toksha never goodbye...

The audience claps with excitement.

Senses turned the mic off on stage as the announcer started to make it to the stage.

“Thank you Senses for that quick snippet of a poem! Keep thriving brotha!”

He walked up on the stage.

“Yo! We in here first off giving you snippets of poems as we all know most poems go for about five ten minutes but this introduction. So we just going through the line up.”

He stopped for a second. “How you all doing tonight?” The crowd wooed and echos of good across the room. “Good good. Let’s keep going and after a few more we will have a intermission. Next up is someone I have learned from personally and spiritually. This person helped me realize some things I was having trouble with. She is a dear friend of mine let’s give it up for Mona aka Ramona Lisa!”

Mona Lisa made it to the stage. She grabbed the mic off the mic stand.

Where we come from.

It always hit the hardest when we would leave grams house as a child

At the same time we know where that strength came from when felt.

It was like coming from heaven back to hell.

It wasn’t the worse but we did see the curse.

Wasn’t their fault they not know anything else.

My parents I didn’t want to follow the steps so outside gave help.

Wasn’t fancied by the vices the strong arm was the nicest.

If I didn’t know you I high price ya the cuddy said they pay it cause they like ya.

They might want to wife ya i told him they better be alpha.

All emotion to the side turnt cold hearted.

I visit grams house my uncle hears it by word of mouth.

Could I be less of a target good thing my wits are the sharpest.

Back against the wall when the hour is the darkest.

Mona Lisa shedded a tear on stage she fought the emotion of crying. The crowd noticed and someone yelled.... “You got this got this!” The crowd reacted and started showing support. She started to cry. The crowd got louder in support. And they quieted down when she raised her palm toward the crowd.

She smiled and said, “I love you all!”

Rest In Peace uncle, thank you for the game you bless me with.

And from where we come to never ever ever forget!

Where we come from!

Again the crowd applauded Mona Lisa. “Thank you all. Have a good night.” She gave the mic back to the announcer.

“Alright alright. Thank you Mona. Let’s make some noise for the first four poets coming up here and giving us a sweet sixteen.” The crowd gave another around of applause.

“Ok everyone lets take about fifteen minute break. We have some food and refreshments in the back. We also have some weed in the back also that is part of the event. So at this time we will take lets take 20 to 25 minute break. So put can smoke and get some food and a drink. We have 8 more poets to hit the stage. We have a local food truck here who is a sponsor and also a private bartender that is also a sponsor for the event. Ok see you all in 20 25 minutes.” The announcer walked off the stage. He went behind the stage to a covered area where the poets were sitting. Tony was drinking water and smoking a joint. Mona Lisa was sitting next to him talking about her performance and stage fright. Jasmine was looking at her phone and Senses was talking on his phone.

The announcer name was Henry. He been doing poetry for ten years and helped put this event together. It was a dream he always had especially for the lyrical poets. He had a friend who started a small private bar tending company. His other friend started a food truck. He decided to invite them over one day to his house and talk about an idea he had for some time. His two friends thought it would be a good idea to help promote local poets.

“Great job guys!! Yo that was some good performances you guys had. You guys had the crowd truly feeling you. Vibing out there man!! We even reached capacity too!!” Henry was excited. He handed them each a thousand dollars.

“Oh wow man! I didn’t know we was going to get paid this much for this!” Tony said. He started counting the money with the joint in his mouth.

“Thanks Henry.” Mona said. She put the money in her purse that was in her backpack.

“Yeah thanks Henry for real.” Sense said.

“thank you Henry.” Jasmine said as she stood up and gave him a hug.

“You all are welcome.” Henry said as he hugged Jasmine. “I told you guys I would take care of you guys.” Henry let go of Jasmine. He looked at them and said, “Listen, you all have talent and the way we did that was fast. Back to back and the performance. The pause the engagement was on point. I feel comfortable with giving you guys a thousand a piece. I have eight more poets that are pose to be showing up, if they don’t some of you might have to go again but you aren’t obligated too.” Henry pulled out a joint.

Almost at the same time every one agreed they would stay and wait to see if the others showed up.

“But we can keep this going. Because we have the food truck, the private bar, and me putting up the money for renting the space. Also the food permit and licenses and fees but everyone making money. We sold out this little venue and I’ll be transparent with you all as well, if you guys want to sit down and come over to my house sometime we can discuss this further. I think we have something good here.”