I'm standing in front of an audience
society has deemed derelicts and hoodlum
and I am their entertainer
I am writing the poem
that will save the world
and they say that it's got to be as good
as a nas rhyme and have more emotion
than tupac did
my audience consisting
of ex-gang bangers, graffiti writers, drug dealers,
and students who have traveled too much
in the cracks of the public school system
they are my audience
and as their entertainer
I have traveled as many roads
as they have, and stand in front
of them without fear
because they can smell fear
I am them fifteen years behind
with poetry being the left turn i made at 14
I tell them that road is approaching
all they have to do it take that road
so fast that their past
will never catch up to them
I tell them in their metamorphosis
they can change their name
their place of rest, their life,
their career, their goals
and strive for that that has seemed
unattainable for so many years
one student says
"how? how the hell am I supposed to get there,
it's easy for you to say it now
I have one kid, one gang after me, and no job,
how the hell am i supposed to go anywhere
besides down?"
I ask him "how bad do you want it?"
in the beginning all i had was poetry
everything else took a back seat
Love life, family, and work was a non existent,
I tell them to use their connections,
intern somewhere
learn to live
live to write
write to love
love to learn
this is the last day of your life
what are you going to leave behind?
what will be your legacy?
and they stare at me like
a rabbit in the headlights
and say "I don't know"
I tell them to open their chests
and let whatever falls out
let it fall on the page
let the page be your doctor
let the page be your therapist
let the page be your lover
let the page be your enemy, punch it in the face
let the page be the best friend that'll never stab you in the back
let the page be your prozac
let the page be your rap
let the page be your rock and roll
let the page be the fancy ride you're always talking about
let the page be the bling bling on your wrist
let the page be the underground beat your about to rip
let the page be your autobiography
tell them who you are
tell them they're wrong for labeling you
tell them fuck you for giving up on them
tell them your life may not be worth shit now
but tomorrow gives you hope
so you won't take your life today or the next day
tell them you will be here forever
tell them you are the ones who create beautiful art
from stark realities and it scares them
tell them you are loved
no matter what anyone says
tell them you are loved
and they listen
head down for fifteen minutes
head in hand
no cares for grammar
no cares for pronunciation
no cares for structure
never coming off the page
and the first student gets up
and his mouth open wide and claps
"I want to live"
"i want to love"
(repeated a hundred times over)
"I want to live"
"i want to love"
and I asked him
if that was any good
and he tells me
"it's the best poem
I've ever heard".
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A/N: this was an elective assignment written by me. it was a remix of one of my favorite poems by Bonafied Rojas.
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Short Storyin tribute to myself and in the inspiration of an English assignment