My class, I’m told, weighs heavily on their plate; they must scale back.
The spoken word must wait.
Things may change sometime down the pike.
We could relearn history or later take a hike.
A world without poems is going to leave a hole.
Admit it, can you face the world without a soul?
So, listen, mister, please, have a little heart
And contemplate my gist; let’s save some time for art.
Because if you take the art out of the E-A-R-T-H,
all that’s left are two letters; all that’s left… is “EH”.
They want to get back to basics,
cos vinyl fencing rules, and plumbing brings home the pay.
But humans don’t thrive on work alone.
Change is a process…in this drug-free zone.
They say that art is an act
for people on the fringe,
poets, painters, performers waiting to unhinge.
But we are not all nihilists on the periphery.
We are not immaterial
or The Walking Dead in misery.
Expressing yourself clearly, as you know, is an art.
Our Slam Poets learn to frame an argument
increase their gray matter
by reimagining their unique purposes in life
thereby translating the sea of information in which their minds swim.
Poetry teaches them to reflect on their choices,
raises their consciousness
enables them to define their place in nature
not apart from it.
Self- Expression must continue to be a part of the healing in force,
because their perspectives without writing or lucid discourse… is “EH”.
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