Tag: spoken word
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#WhyIWrite
Some mornings I wake up writing. Through my window, the early sun is shining, my eyes still blinded I find myself rhyming syllables with consonants that complement and comprehend the bigger picture of the scripture prominent in the dominant society. I see the problems with humanity… The insanity of extreme mindsets from every heavenly sect set…
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No More
This poem has been posted here a few times, once from winning money in a talent show, and once linked to its publication with The Voices Project. But this time, half of it has been included in a PSA for Le Moyne College’s campus. Check it out. Le Moyne College Says, No More. from Nicole…
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Part of Me
Part of Me Part of me, is so disturbed by recent events, that part of me is moved to move words and form my own opinions but it won’t change anything. And that’s part of what fuels my rage and desire to grab them by the collar and say what is wrong with you? An…
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Note Taking
That, has nothing and everything to do with your class. I’m sorry I’m not paying attention, but there are matters at hand that I must attend to amend the bends and folds bursting out of my mind, making matters miserable for me sitting here peacefully, quietly. Blood pumping, veins throbbing, creativity robbing me of the…
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“And I wish you would come home.”
Inspired. Copy. Paste. Scratch that. Erase. Deep breath, begin. The lace ribbon waist was a waste, look up at her face and trace the white space between freckles and scars and whisper when I see your eyes I see shooting stars. Like a moth to a light, must fight off another night of the temptation.…
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