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Poetry Slam

Alright! So before I start this, I know I said there'd be a part three to "Favorite Kid" but I just don't know what to write for it. so sorry guys!

And just a quick heads up, all poetry/songs in this chapter are NOT mine. If i can find out the original artists then I will list them before each are used.

And just PRETEND that they actually wrote it but they didn't but you know what I mean-

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Peter, MJ, and Shuri all sat backstage at the New York Poetry Slam Competition, excites get nervous. They were competing against hundreds of talented teenagers, and were hoping to win. MJ and Shuri were a group, and Peter was by himself.

"And now, Shuri and Michelle!" the announcer said, earning cheers. Shuri and MJ stood and walked on stage, getting loud claps as they stopped in front of the microphone. Looking at each other, they smiled before starting.

"Perfect" by- Maia Mayor

"Is there something wrong with you? A loose screw or two that ruined your ability to function- why are you so tired?" MJ began, looking out towards the audience gathered. "You're life is uninspired and small. All you do is sprawl on the couch with outstretched limbs like a sloth in slow motion."

Now it was Shuri's turn.

"Where is you're devotion to succeed? Did it drift out your window with the smoke from you're weed, do I have to force feed you discipline 'till you finally concede- I cook, and I clean and I don't stop 'til the soles on my feet bleed."

MJ and Shuri spoke together.

"But I'm fine. I'm perfect. Be perfect. Be perfect like me."

Shuri fell out but MJ kept going.

"Stop wearing those god awful ripped pants and that lipstick like a whore with double-d implants. You only get one chance.  Stop acting like a cat with nine lives left. Stop committing yourself to songs and stories and spoken slam bullshit."

Now it was Shuri's turn once more.

"In a world where degrees and PhD's impede the need for poetry. And stop chewing on your nails.
No wonder you've never attracted any males. Why do you do that? Do you like the taste? Are they sweet?  You can't eat sweets. You're ruining your teeth like you're ruining your life."

MJ joined

"My teeth are perfect. Clean and pristine. They gleam like the golden halo above my perfectly conditioned head. I don't need sugar, Maia. I am above sugar."

MJ fell out.

"Why are you down here? Why are you down here when you need to be up here? Up here with the ones who have a promising career, who listen when information goes in one ear and doesn't come out the other."

Then MJ went.

"You'll never be up here. You act as if the act of listening is a crime or you would have heard me the six hundred and sixty-sixth time I told you to STOP CHEWING ON YOUR NAILS."

Shuri joined back in.

"Stop chewing on your nails like a goddamn piece of trash.  You can't be trash. You have to be perfect.
Be perfect like me."

Shuri fell out.

"I get up at 5 in the morning every day. I start my day the same way worried that I'll collapse as my bones start to decay from cleaning up your scraps.
Why is your room such a mess?"