Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Clear the Cash
When the check cleared, The life of the dollar completely seared Her mind. The cash she steered Through what seemed geared.
UNCERTAIN, CERTAIN LOSS
If the love I feel for you Becomes the fear of my existence What shall I do? As my ears pierce to the sound of your screams
10 DAYS 10 MONTHS 10 YEARS 10 DECADES 10 LIFETIME 10 TIMES OVERTHOUGHT 1 QUESION 10 TIMES THE LOST OF THOUGH TO COMPLETE A SENTENCE.
being dark skinned
It's not that easy being dark skinned Having to spend each day Wandering if I was different like other people Maybe if I was white or tan or maybe light-skinned or something different color skin tone like that
Spindles & K-Complexes
Asleep When I fall asleep, I start Dreaming right away. There is no science to explain it Unless you’re less than five.
Lonely at the Top
they say it’s lonely at the Top Yea kinda figured, My mind so messed up it’s like searching for hidden figures I want to scream at the top of my lungs but my voice won’t get bigger
I’ve been sitting at the same bus stop Feeling every raindrop for years Pleading to know a voice A voice I cannot hear
It's something giving to project clarity On hopes it helps with disparity To find what your lookin for in levels The mind has different chemicals
Stuck for ideas
Some days, I am stuck for ideas. To call it an overload of ideas might be a better way to put it. Unique ones come seldom alone.
Mixed Race We are suffering the consequences and cancelation of our ancestors. Suffering, hurting and need reparations. We want justice but we need justice from ourselves.
Not Your Game
You get mad when I call you out. Now you're taking it out on me. I just call 'em like I see 'em Darlin. Welcome to your reality.
Things Aren’t Always What They Seem
From the moment we are born We know only what we see And forever we are told That’s the way our lives will be Our future will be fill, they say