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.
*sniffle* damn I miss those dayz man *sniffle*.......I wish dat was me baq on stage nervous as hell just because people's eye pirece stright through my poem makin me weak, but I juz luved da feeling after wardz when get off stage, I alwayz felt accomplished......I need that feeling again, damn man, I juzz wanna perform so badly!! But I will nea get dat chance ova here......at least for now
*sniffle* damn I miss those dayz man *sniffle*.......I wish dat was me baq on stage nervous as hell just because people's eye pirece stright through my poem makin me weak, but I juz luved da feeling after wardz when get off stage, I alwayz felt accomplished......I need that feeling again, damn man, I juzz wanna perform so badly!! But I will nea get dat chance ova here......at least for now
ReplyDelete(To ryan)create ya own poetry slam for ya school. show them a taste of BX legacy!
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