The word that come from your mouth don’t mean a thing your self fish and your heart is to cold and deprived of kindness to feel half of these things u pretend to know when you speak Oh and this poetry thing is nothing but a set up for disappointment because it could never amount to anything And u really don’t have to wait for this dream to die because it resembles a stillborn child . And she said all this when she told me It was just a dream And that’s all it could ever be. |
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.
Feb 7, 2007
So my mother said
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So it sounds a bit chessy
But u gotta believe me
Poetry is the only thing that meant something to me when I speak, who I speak to doesn't to me
I don't care 4 critics, I could care less
And if you drop this s*** its saying your careless
I thought you were fearless
I thought you were better than this
That's all I can say nothing added to it
But you blew it
So what now???
PA still waiting then
Too bad for you hating it
Poetry is beginning of nothing
Unless you make it a dream
You can dream all you want
But you gotta believe....