slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Washed in a Wave
I'm in the shower and I start thinking to myself, 'If only I could wash the problems from my life the way I wash dirt from my skin'. Could I possibly efface the trauma in my soul, deep within? I don't know where to begin. Maybe I should start by loving myself. Stop trying to please the guy or girl who can't love me, the family who for some reason thinks they're above me and learn to recognize my value; I am a queen the likes of which no one has ever seen, a diamond in the rough ready to polished so that I gleam.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
I Don't Feel...
I don't feel the spark of joy I once felt with you. I used to love, family gatherings at Auntie Norma's and playing old school Nintendo, in Auntie Beryl's basement with Stevie, or DOOM and Lemmings, on the computer in the attic with Garnet. I enjoyed flying to Chilliwack with Uncle Billy in his sestina plane to get the perfect slice of blueberry pie. I loved kissing Claudia for hours on end with her mother just upstairs in the kitchen when we should have been studying for Spanish class. I loved it when Kyle told me he first loved me and put his grandparents' rosary in my hand before he hugged me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
We Hadn't Talked
I hadn't talked to my aunt in ages. Not since uncle had his mishap that summer. Now the drinking had taken its toll and fucked up his kidneys and his liver. And yet, here she was on the phone talking to me. I told her I had surgery coming up and I didn't want to do it. She told me, she understood how I was feeling perfectly well back in her younger years, in fact, around the same age as me, she had gone through a similar feat and nearly died. Believe me! To be honest I don't think either of us had tears left to cry about the lives we were given. Auntie said, "you just have to come to grips with yourself and carry on despite this shit and keep on living."
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
I Met the Love of My Life
"I met the #love of my #life once..." @ a bus stop on Brock holding my swollen cheek, hurting from impacted wisdom teeth. And as I crossed the street his big brown eyes glanced over, for a moment, at me and I swear to God it's like they peered right through me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
On Lunch
I remember mom, being pissed when she came to pick me up at the Save-a-mart, saying: "those 'friends,' of yours including those girls you got caught with? Are trouble. Idlers... under achievers. I mean, you know that this is bad behavior! I don't know why you're out here, clucking with chickens...when you could be soaring with eagles, focus on other labours."
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Maturing
I can now look the devil in the face... When i was young i didn't understand your place.. You've always been here to make me great... Life is a struggle thats why i stay prepared for the wait... So much pain i'm confused whether i feel love or hate.. Been through so much shit i can see right through fake... Jail showed me how many mfs will be in yo space... but when you gone they don't got nothing to say... They just be there to eat off yo plate.. I had to realize that my life is on stake.. i had to weed out the snakes yeah the ones that talk behind yo back and smile in yo face... Laced up from a youngin... Loyalty b4 Royalty thats my favorite belief... Had to have morals growing up in these East Oakland streets.. It's crazy its killed or be killed nowadays that's how we think... Caveman lifestyle our life is on brink.. I had to wake up and care.. So many prison stories i won't even share... Humanity almost gone I don't have none to spare... Living my life you'll be scared...
By Harry Black6 years ago in Poets
