Wordsmith

The first poem of 2012! This was written on New Years Day. It's slam poetry, but I think it's still a decent read. 

Wordsmith

This is the poem I wrote for a slam

To tell you what I’m about

Who the hell I am

And I know that once I get the flow

Of these words

 I can be heard

And understood

No, I didn’t grow in the hood

But I have felt pain

The kind of agony that drives you insane

Harsh memories that you wish you can pour down the drain

Like the bath tub gin Ms. Hannigan is always sipping

And now this poem is tipping

From the kind of rap tap slap drama that was dripping

From my mouth in the beginning

Because I made an allusion

Not an illusion

But I can create one of those too

If that pleases you

Because I know if I can get these words right

I have the power to give you sight

To my world

To show you I am not ordinary girl

I am a poet

And I know it

From the moment I began scribbling these sentences at 11:20 at night

To the moment I am speaking them to you now

Damn I lost my rhyme scheme

And I now I have to dream a bunch of sounds that can cuddle with your ear

Because without this glitz I doubt you would bother to hear

The message I am trying to share

I know it’s there

But I quite haven’t found it yet

This makes me upset

Because I need this work to resonate with you

Reinvigorate and redo

All these problems that have turned our world into a zoo

Like rape and intolerance

Wars wrath

Mothers dipping their babies in a bath

And not even taking the time to clean up their own act

I want to touch upon

Something greater than Real Housewives marathons

And the Louie Vuittons that some 13 year olds drag around

While there is poverty

Illiteracy

Equality’s inconsistency

That’s sound hasn’t quite been found

Am I sounding profound to you?

I pray I do

Because that’s why stirring these words into a poetry stew

Hoping your impression of me has flew

Oops flown

Man I need to own what I’m saying

So everyone doesn’t think I’m playing

Because this is for real

If I’m going to change this world I need syllables like steel

That can do more than rewind the movie reel

But change the frames

Rearrange the pain

Give the limping child a cane

So I will never have to refrain

These words in another poem

I just take these and show them

And you will understand

That I don’t want to hold your hand

But lift you from the shadows

End all the battles

Slaughter evil like cattle

I’m sorry if this offends you

I’m not a vegetarian

I’m a humanitarian

You know what?

I’m not sorry

I’m proud of every word that I have found

To grace the air

So be prepared

I’m done being scared

And unsure

That my words are too juvenile

To be heard

I’m nerd

And I am capable of using sophisticated vocabulary

But I don’t want to talk down to you

This may be literature

But it’s most importantly a conversation

And I want you to respond

Are you fond of each letter’s location

My description of the situation

Come talk to me

 But be patient

Just pause

Because I need to listen to that sweet applause.