Category: slam poetry

I watch him insert five pills into his inciner…

I watch him insert five pills into his incinerator mouth at dinner. Jawbone clenches and unclenches, mechanical. My father is a factory.

We are the breath before the verse.

We are the breath before the verse.

He lashes a custom grip onto his wrist… determ…

He lashes a custom grip onto his wrist… determined to still live for every last note, even when life seems like it is octaves out of range.

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When this tongue speaks, it sings the stories …

When this tongue speaks, it sings the stories of my ancestors, it prophesizes the lives of my coming generations.

How little you were when you started wanting y…

How little you were when you started wanting your mother to love you less—so it wouldn’t kill her to know you’d been hurt.

I got so low I had to look up to see rock bott…

I got so low I had to look up to see rock bottom.

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But I am not sorry for the darkness only that …

But I am not sorry for the darkness only that it makes you so afraid.

I hurt too much to be a saint. Most of us do.

I hurt too much to be a saint. Most of us do.