slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The Wake
For far too long I've been feeling lame with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Looking for the answer on another's paper without realizing we aren't taking the same test. My peers dropping A-bomb judgements where there is no True room to contest. Believing that choosing to not feed into this broken system is to fall short of individual best. How do you know what path I should lead better than the heart can see? Clouded expectations of where I'm supposed to be creates my valued reality. Not completely comprehending why I'm trying to fit in isn't Truly me since society's lies and secular pride have deceived my mind into this life I reap. Taught to hold on to pain and animosity against those who have betrayed this muscle that beats. Placing the blame on everyone except the mirror I meet due to this fear of trauma held subconsciously. Only through persistent introspection am I able to create a new perception aligned with a free flowing mentality on this actuality.
By Matthew Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
We Stand, Free and Together
I live in a land that I once thought was free. So I will never bend at the neck, or buckle at the knees. I live on a land, once decorated with bloodshed. I look deep in my conscious, looking for the words my ancestors once said. Fight for what you need and want. Anything among the horizon can be caught.
By Deanna Gilstrap8 years ago in Poets
