slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
My Brother’s Keeper
If her childhood was a color It’d be light grey. Sky on a rainy day, And again at dawn, Clouds during a whimsical winter, When darkness and light collide. I wonder, What if her prayers never met a God? What does it mean to be siblings and unrelated To be siblings and unscorned, Unbound, unbroken, unbruised? I’d welcome them. But have been robbed of them. There’s no mending that. There’s no peace in that. Who is that in the bathroom Crying in the shower? Praying that God heal her He(ar)re, her cry. Hear her hurt. All she can hear Are her elders telling her, “Well, He’s still your brother”. What a monster of a memory. Bruises unseen, Trying to cut the seams of this silence. That don’t disturb the peace, silence, That waiting in the clinic, silence, And I’m so tired, I’m bout to snap I’m about to blow THE FUCK UP And it’s long overdue now! Cause where were you?? How dare you hear the little girl Hiding in the bathroom Crying in the shower again Trying to make sense of her life again How dare you see her innocence Surrounding her like a bed of ash And know that only fire will catch How dare you ask her To love and hate someone for the sake of your sins? The unspeakable audacity You don’t know how hard it was writing this. Or how hard it is saying this But there’s freedom in saying this. I survived without letting you stain me. And though I love you I don’t forgive you But if your sins ever met a God Maybe, just maybe She will.
By Jasmine Je’toi5 years ago in Poets
My pride
Coming out isn’t easy, especially in the world we live in. Everyday people of the community are put through so much hate. We always wonder why people hate so much, we are just like everyone else. We love like everyone else, we care like everyone else, we also breathe like everyone else. Being gay doesn’t define who we are it’s not a personality it’s not a choice we are simply human. Humans come in all different colors, body type and even different heights. One thing we all have in common is the blood we bleed. All our blood is red. Red is my favorite color. I like red roses, red cars, red paint, basically anything red. I know a lot of people can relate with liking the color red. I know many people have different favorite colors as well. You see we are all human, we all have dreams and passions so why are gay people treated differently and hated on? A human is a human no matter what gender, sex, color, religion, and sexuality. Love is love. Let us live as normal life like everyone else does. We are not different from you.
By Alexiss Oliver5 years ago in Poets
