Love Beats Rhymes Page #6
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- 2017
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Or when she called down to me from
the project window for dinner, no.
We spoke a more
Southern-fried English.
I am a be-hyphen-ginner and my
skull from out of my lips
and hand deliver you perfection.
Brown body collapses like
cardboard across the dance floor.
Sarcophagus unlocked.
Blades reveal,
My Swiss army skeleton.
Skull, Flathead screwdriver, finger
bone, switch shoulder, switchblade
switch rib cage keys cords cage.
The b-boy's spinal cord is key
to pandora's cardboard boom box.
Click and rewind. Click.
They scared o' you, black boy.
Do you see how they shiver
when you speak, young man?
How they speed up when you walk
behind them in your crown.
When you become a king and point
your notebooks at their temples.
When you rob them
of their knowledge.
When you carry your backpack
more than your basketball
and pull your jeans
up off your boxers.
When you put down your gloves
and stop fighting.
When you pick up your gloves
and keep fighting.
When you put a rod in your spine
and proclaim
you ain't ready to die.
Take your place
as the chosen people.
We have a 9.6.
And we got an 8.
We got a 10.
I want y'all to give it up
for Derek Morris, y'all.
Um...
Sounds of
apologetic hearts breaking
have been my life's anthem
since I was 16 years old.
Cultivating the platform for this
now 21 year old monument of a man
who's afraid of commitment.
I saw it first in my father.
When I realized
that he was afraid
of heights midair
of jumping the broom.
tie knots like boy scouts.
While simultaneously
making ones in the womb.
These were wavering women.
Willing to
compromise their morals
for the maintenance of morale.
Wailing women who viewed my father's
infidelity like a crucifixion.
I wonder how god felt
when he saw his own son die due
to a flaw within his own system.
Or how my father feels
when he sees his own son
strive to be nothing like him
so therefore
resembles his victims.
Do either of them live vicariously
through their children?
Or look away as they
go through hell and back.
Thank you.
Loved the poem,
hated his delivery.
Are we havin' fun
here tonight or what?
All right,
I wanna see some scores.
8.2.
We got a 9.5.
We got a 9.
And we got a 6.5.
She took him out.
Oh, damn.
Remember,
for the next two months
the winners of each weekly slam
will compete for a spot
on my 5 boros slam team.
Representing New York City
on labor day weekend
in the national competition.
He didn't mention
anything about that.
And tonight we have
our first finalist.
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