Man, oh, man, I like a good poem.
Slam poetry gets me going, it’s a mess and a mix where hip-hop and heart unite.
If you’re looking to try something new today, let my favorite slam poets make your day.
(See? I can rhyme a little bit….)
I’m not insisting you’re some kind of goddess,
(I know you’re suspicious of unspecific love poems).
You’re more like a sunflower,
growing in the courtyard of an old folks home–
you mean things to people on a daily basis,
and this petty poem won’t explain
just how “my favorite” your face is,
(but I wish I’d been your bathroom mirror
the day they took off your braces).
Zora Howard- Before Bed
This was an empire before they burned their fires, stuck their flags deep in this soil.
And when the ear was barren dry, they gave it back, unholy act.
See, I’m no piece girl, when I love I give the whole of me.
So when they left the lease in pieces, they also left these holes in me.
My monuments have seen some things, Baby,
Civil wars, famine, and crusades, Baby, the conquer and raids of holy places.
So before we go any farther, Baby, will you listen to the kind of mess my heart’s been in?
Rives- The Museum of 4 in the Morning
L.D. was my college romance. This is in the early ’90s. I was an undegrad. She was a grad student in the library sciences department. Not the kind of librarian that takes her glasses off, lets her hair down, suddenly she’s smoking hot. She was already smoking hot, she was super dorky, and we had a December-May romance, meaning we started dating in December, and by May, she had graduated and became my one that got away.
what’s intriguing you of late?