Alright, so I'm finally finished this spoken word piece i've been working on. And by "working on" I mean totally avoiding and cheating by inserting old verses kicking around my computer. It's nice to do some "housework" on the laptop and pasting some stuff together has cleared up some of this poetry mess ( which is a beautiful mess to have). The only thing that differentiates this "spoken word piece" from a "poem" is essentially the fact i've been practicing it aloud and memorizing it. As opposed to other poems..the verbal delivery of this poem was taken into consideration. Spoken words excites me because it's exciting poetry. And it also gives me a bit more power over how I want the poem to be digested.
There's poetry where I fully support the readers imagination running wild. Others, I have more of a message I want to deliver.
So I bring you:
Can The World Hear Me?
A Spoken Word Piece By Devon Reid
I speak to an audience of stone faced survivors.
Self destructive like concrete nose divers
I know I could lose her.
On the pretense of being a fuck up a boozer.
I know I could lose her.
On the pretense of being being too intense and burning up like incense.
Tryin to set rules it don't gotta make sense.
Love has no bounds so why you tryin to set up a fence?
I don't get it.
Don't sweat it.
I'll be alright as I walk solo into the dark night.
Smile a forgotten light.
Amongst darkness
I felt this
A soft kiss
A strong miss
A cross held between fingers.
Faith tested by cruel waters and cruel daughters.
At the end of my road I saw her.
She brought me back.
And I deliver this lyrical attack to remind y'all I was never wack.
So can the world just hear me?
Listen to my words and verbs.
Can the world just hear me?
Listen to the lines and rhymes.
Can the world just hear me?
I want my foes to fear me
Judging eyes to clear me.
So I can walk a free man.
So I can gain a new fan in a little kid sitting with a blank notebook a soon to be hopebook
A soon to be recluse and reservation away from a forced destination.
Cause in this world we don't see our dreams played out
We take what they give and form our own route.
We don't always have the power to chase individual schemes.
But if we come together as one then we can attain bigger dreams.
So can the world just hear me?
Listen to my words and verbs.
Can the world just hear me?
Listen to the lines and rhymes.
Can the world just hear me?
Got a rail maybe you should grind it
rather than put it up your nose dreaming of cash and hoes
i'm the wilted rose that rose
to greatness avoiding lateness and fakeness
you've shown yourself as a flakey fake
with only yourself on your mind
solo dolo on your grind
which means when the shit gets heavy
you gonna bleed out by yourself in that chevy
they say life is a gamble..
so why you spending your hard earned time with those cats?
gonna find yourself doing some petty crime leading to hard time
much easier to raise your son
pull em up from the dark and let em shine
make em realize that this aint no life you lead
tell him to rise and lead him away from this path you despise.
I just want the world to hear me
The words and verbs
The lines and rhymes
Can the world just hear me?
The world to hear
The world to hear
The world to hear my voice....
Yeah, the worlds cold.
Even colder as you're getting older
Can't come up with the cash struggling to pass
Trying to be someone before it's all over
Desensitized to the violence
It don't make me catch my breath
Staring in the mirror realizing i'm cold to death.
Hand thru my hair trying to care
But it's ratatat everyday so what you want me to say
Faces come and go
In and out of jail cause they wanna grow
A little weed
But that gets in the way of corporate greed
I'm here to say i'm not fucking down with harper
Conservative thought old and prone to rot
Seems to be coming apart at the seams
You aint prime homie
You tell me touching a child is less wild than smoking a joint
so whats the point
innocent children face prying hands while you fufill the political demands
shutting down our lakes along with your fakes
claiming our water motherfucka you'se a sucka
fuck your racist agenda
pamela george screaming from her grave
she wants to save those ahead of her
that may die in the grass while a couple jocks get the pass
like that wasn;t a life lost
forgotten like the early morning frost
I hold fate in my hands and it burns
Candle handle future i wanna blank out
Grumbling bellies while banks enjoy the cash out
It's like whoa
They don't teach us shit.
Cept drinking coors light and getting low.
I don't know the answers.
Just that the fam and I stay alright ok? we stay tight
I say that cause we out tonight.
And those mean glares gonna find you inna fight.
And I wish you the best.
Really, off the chest I wish y'all the best.
Cause you gonna need jesus christ behind you to fuck with my crew.
Open your ears
Listen to my fears.
Open those eyessss
Look at my tears.
Just want the world to hear me.
Want the world to hear my voice.
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