145 SlamFam

Middle/high school, and college aged poets whose poetry was born in the Bronx, NY, USA. These are our assembled voices, thoughts, feelings, secrets, memories and visions. We’ve discussed with dignitaries; competed with collegiates; we’re a stew of cultures; a quilt of heritages, and we come in many shades, shapes and sizes. We are now, and we are poised and ready to rock this tiny world. What you experience here is ours; visceral and aggressive, inquisitive and passive, and always true.

Dec 3, 2005

how Freestyle came to be

Right after Fieldston, me Issaka, and Mauricio threw around the football. I threw it over a gate while Mauricio retrieved it. When we when on the bus we found out Edwin and the others had left us. While on the bus we started to freestyle towards our stop. When we got off we took one route so everyone could travel together. Then we continued to freestyle. When we freestyle it was nice, it never realized how good I was. This was when I saw I could make a poem. Also it is also an ironic poem because it not actually freestyle.

145 SlamFam

Dec 3, 2005

how Freestyle came to be

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