Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I can see through these bogus fools As if they were bills that were counterfeited. I can also shrug off the bullshit they’re flossing—
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
I am African, I am Woman Born into a system A system where boys were entitled to education And girls taught about the shape of the kitchen
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
It is Hard Maybe I am blowing it out of proportion Maybe I am not paying it enough attention Maybe my mental health is at risk but I am not taking it serious
Hurt inside smiling outwardly my anxiety takes me by surprise I get shooked and it makes me feel cowardly I leave my house early
By Poetic Glory7 years ago in Poets
Your flattery makes me feel vain after I stop smiling, I still feel the same pain that’s why I sit here and enjoy this champagne
Some women, instead of empowering they hate. They recreate your character. Evaluate you at a different rate. Plugging you in to a different adapter.
By Crissy DXCII7 years ago in Poets
I imagine being beautiful. I imagine what it’s like not having to deal with insecurities. I imagine being a different girl.
By Young Poetic Queen7 years ago in Poets
Is my microphone on? Can I talk to you for just a second Stop with all the protesting, the disparagement It’s not advancing you, it’s not aiding your growth
Oh, God! Why did you create humans? You must be exultant, when they started off well. You gave them power and the knowledge of religions
By Hitarth Raval7 years ago in Poets
Spin your webs. Trick the plebs. Trap the flies, Using your lies. Cut open their hearts, Shatter their arts. Rip through their hopes,
By Mel E. Furnish7 years ago in Poets
It’s time for me to prove myself once again A’ight, look Which form of storytelling do you want me to bring to life first
To all of the people who never want to pronounce my name correctly, My grandma did not name me Yemima so that I could mispronounce it just for it to
