Flying & controlled crash landings
Beats rain down from the sky
Pounding as tempo speeds through refrain
Entranced by their own rhyme
Its music seen and not heard
As bursts come in like crescendos
Now vibrations resound from the feet up/chest out
You’re the best popper in the world
B-boy style on the floor
Invisible strings move your arms
3 minutes left to go, oh
Melodies dance through a mass of bodies
Similar sights fade to sound
Oohs and aahs from a hat trick; what was that?!
Now it’s time to put it down
See the energy pass through the system
Movement transcends sound, in a stormy ocean of bodies
Because you’re the best popper in the world
B-boy style on the floor
Invisible strings move your arms
Only 2 minutes to go in the round
Twerk that, work that
Back that thing up
Rock down, switch, burst then lean
Step out, fall down, spin around
Rise up, all illusions of the mind
“Oh, no you didn’t” echoes in the crowd
1 hand gives a signal
And
The
Crew
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You’re the best popper in the world
B-boy style on the floor
Invisible strings move your arms
Keep on dancing til the world ends – What?!
Okay, 45 seconds left to sweat
Backflips rain from overhead
A little freestyle robot with the crew
As the music stops do one last drop
Now they know it;
You’re the best popper in the world
You do your b-boy style on the floor
Whether it’s hip-hop/pop/techno/dub step/house
Your body converts sound to sight/sight to sound
YOU ARE READING
Who I Am
PoetryCollection of poems that speak to the human experience. Love, heartache, bullying, writing, find the record of the event here! Embrace what you know, leave preconceived notions at the door and unwind with Who I Am.
