Hey everyone. I'm going to be using this thread to post poetry from time to time. It's most likely always going to be of the spoken word variety. I have a very large passion for poetry and thanks to a close friend of mine, I've been inspired to write and share with the world. That includes everyone here. I am 100% open to any thoughts and constructive criticism. Keep it civil. Also, if anybody else would like to post there own work here, feel free to do so! I would love to read what you all write. With that said, enjoy whatever is posted here, starting below.
"From Alley, Not Valley" This neighborhood, I call home Feels like a foreign land. These blocks That I once knew like the back of my hand Are now bloody and scarred with what they call "culture". New York born New York raised So why are your transplanted eyes cutting me Like razor blades? I dont know country roads or palm trees I dont know a full bank account with Daddy's money I dont know priviledged skin or priveledged hair I dont know priviledged life I dont know not having a care I dont know private schools or house maids But I do know that hard working Momma who still makes it home and cooks up some dinner I do know that hustling father that starves for his kids I do know some kids who learned that a couple of cents and some common sense Can help you survive another week. I know streets paved with blood, sweat, tears, dreams, heartache, love and hope That one day we would make a better life But not for ourselves, no, But for those we love, for our community A hope and a dream to give back to what made us What happened to the day when the only thing scraping the skies were our cries of cultural celebration. What happened to the sounds of hip-hop, merengue, bachata and reggaeton? I walk these streets and every other corner looks like a before and after. Like before it was a corner store Now its a coffee shop a few days after? Like before my freind lived down the street Now a few weeks after theres a condo? Like before the cops took 90 days 2 minutes and 10 seconds to respond to a 911 call Now after 5 minutes they roll through with 4 cruisers. Our home was not discovered by you You stumbled and trampled upon What we built without you You displace with Your misplaced intentions Im From Alley, Not Valley Raised with respect And fed with the struggle I learned pride How to fight And never to hide But none of this matters, does it? Go ahead and gangbang With your homeboy Christopher Columbus
Very nice. Good idea as well. I have not written anything in like 3 years I think but I wrote a lot when I was younger. Have no idea where any of my poetry went from way back then. If I can find it, I will share some.
"American" "I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." I speak, For those forced, To be silent. Indivisible, yes But still subtracted. Murdered By the executive orders He Has Enacted. Treated as criminals Every which way we've reacted. Oh wait, That statement is fake news Let's have that redacted. I am concerned Because I am of no concern. Hypocrisy fueled Democracy, That's a dictatorship. It's what happens When a dick eats the lead In leadership. This wasn't supposed to be written. This isn't meant to be said. If he has his way, After I recite this, There'll be some metal in my head. Despite what he says, It won't be American made. Might just be an AK-47 Or an F-1 Hand Grenade. "Make America Great Again!" Let's strip away health care, And have slaves again! Let's de-fund schools, And live in caves again! Let's build a wall, And bask in old ways again! I'm thinking we'll have to sail away again. I'm afraid we'll lose some souls to the waves again. I'm worried that we might not find that change again. I don't want us to end up in chains again. We can't lose what it means to be American. It's liberty and justice for all. It's the long roads traveled And the hard times endured. It's the right to be heard and seen. It's the land of opportunity, It's the nation Of immigrants. Ancestors arrived full of fear And seeking salvation. They escaped persecution So future generations could have life, liberty and go on the pursuit of happiness. Riddle me this. You see me at night, By day you tell everyone about me. I come back Looking differently than before. I sometimes leave you, In the darkness. What am I? "I Had a Dream."
