performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A Positive Mindset
He told me 'i wish I could have your mind set.' and I just knew what to say. I had to work for this shit, I printed what I wanted to believe on my skin so every time I held my head in my hands I would be reminded of this shit. I had to tell myself the little things were important before I believed them. I had to tell myself the situations I was in and the things I felt wouldn't last forever even though I was absolutely 100 percent positive that they would. I had to work for this shit. Waking up in the morning with a tear stained face and still putting on that first song of the day. Sitting in bed I will rub the black mud from around my eyes I wore so prim the night before and tell myself this is a new day. And some days, I will say it over and over and over, cause this way of thinking didn't come easy to me. I had to work for this shit. I had to want it. And I didn't for so long. I didn't want to be strong I wanted the world to accommodate me. Can I just get a break I would scream so often but the sound just bounced around in my head cause who would I scream it too. I had to work for this shit guy. I had to want it. You are stronger then you think. Everyone feels this way. Even though I thought I was alone I chose to look around the world I blindly lived and see it for the raw and interesting thing it was. The way the clothes lay on my skin.. I had to work for this shit. I had to want it. And I told myself that I didn't give a fuck about anything but I gave a fuck about everything way too much. And I forgot about all the abilities I had and how strong I was. I had to work for this shit. And I had to want it. And telling myself all of these things MADE me want it. I looked around and let go. And in letting go I gained more control over myself then I ever thought I would. Cause I'm working for this shit I fucking wanted it. I began to see within what was my hell between work and home and bills and keeping up with relationships when I no longer thought I needed friends, the sky was always out. And the walk home took more time but felt shorter if I stopped to sit on the swings. You gotta work for that shit my dude. Even during those times you don't want it. I was in your shoes. The world will always be hard but you are so much stronger than you think. You were literally made for this world.
By Alisia Falise7 years ago in Poets
Blinded World
Our world is falling obliviously into the traps of conditioning. There is so much we don't know, but why? It's time we realize this and prevent it from further enhancing or else our future could be at stake. It's time we rediscovered our human spirit...
By Sedrica Doerksen7 years ago in Poets
Real Talk
You want real talk? Let's do that. Let's unpeel every onion layer to get to the center of the truth. The truth that rape culture is nothing new, sadly its something we have been born into. Those who point and shout feminazi well that simply isn't true. What is feminism to you? An army of women out to destroy men? That's what I heard today from a white male again. But should we take a look at statistics? Approximately one in seven females report there sexual assault, and I can tell by your shifting eyes that you want to put this conversation to a halt. Do you ever question why more women are forced to be silent rather than speaking out? For one they are met with consistent doubt, and they know that men have a say and women are with out. Women get bullied harassed and degraded. And somehow our leaders never seemed more elated. One in four women suffer from sexual abuse. One in four! Yet we only hear about one "scam" on the news? Why are we not outraged? For our sisters, daughters, and wives? Why are we not in uproar proclaiming equal lives?! I don't understand how the anger isn't eating at our souls, I don't understand how evil plays such a big role. For all of your mothers worried about your sons, worry about teaching them about the statistics on rapist and not to become one. "Boys are not safe, this is a war on men." I want to shake you and ask you where the hell have you been?! This world has preyed on women for far too long, and I'm joining all the women who are rising up and anyone against us we don't give a f**k! We have stood and said me too, and you won't shut us up. You will never minimize or demolish what we have been through, we will only continue to rise up.
By Incipient Poet7 years ago in Poets
