Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
In the Quiet
Here, in the quiet, I am safe and alone. Though, I can’t see in the dark Everything around me is calm. Even without the sun, I’m warm,
I hate the term “baby face.” Mostly because I have one. I hate that I am treated as lesser simply because I am perceived as younger.
(T/W: ED) Is it wrong to be happy? I ponder, thinking how much time I've wasted thinking about wasted time. I should spend more time thinking about plan B.
They say what goes around comes around Karma never fails to deliver that the universe and fair and just well, I beg to differ
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