Piercing through your skin comes a blade carved with the words of wisdom from my generation

Hoping that the more blood it meets the more this nation will comprehend what we proposed of this poetry sensation.

Hoping that the harder we stand the quicker these lines spoken by our youth will get their attention

But you see this blade does not slice your tissue and meaty desires to scratch your sole and open your heart

Coming at you with our similes and metaphors so sharp and dulled like the already    blood stained darts

You see our country, our media our own families are wearing a POET PROOF VEST

When we speak our emotion and show our passions and spit our rhymes  none of our figurative language none of our lines none of our passions and emotions get through but this can’t be true!

Cause my generation is seriously lost or is it just that we haven’t been found?

ARE OUR WORDS THAT MEANINGLESS?

No this can’t be because as I keep on talking the more those opposing thoughts mean less

I’ve seen the Apollo theatre sold out just to see a bunch of kids saying a bunch of stuff

I wish that there was a crime committed while we were there so that maybe we would have been on the news!

Actually there was a crime because those poems that were spoken assassinated me

Those lines ignited flames in my body and it fascinated me that a bunch of stuff that was said was so impacting, so shocking that I felt as if I was being punched by the world heavyweight champion in boxing

But his fist was clenched in my stomach launched in his knuckles tapped in my bloodstream warning my heart with an uppercut

But I loved the way some lines just stabbed you in the back and others slap you from facial expression to facial expression and some were just sent like messages from above

But I am pissed off because the media couldn’t show them any love; instead they record our lives as the blinded ones

THE MISDIRECTED ONES

THE EDUCATION GIVEN NOT EDUCATED ONES

How they report only on violence

For once I would like to see a poet perform for more than a few seconds on the news

Not used for their reputation so that mom and dad don’t look at it as just a 5 second clip of what their son of daughter likes to do

So, no mommy this is not just a hobby

There’ a punch in my body and I am actually happy because my emotions are converted into liquid for they are finally leaking out so!

No dad, I know I’m not going to get paid off for what I say but every time I notice a grin in my audience they just make my day!

Because the response from the listeners means they are actually listening and that means something

So I’m tired of hearing that my generation has no ambition

If you can’t see our talent than just listen, listen, listen

Don’t ever tell me you think we are full of misdirection because unless you’ve seen us do our thing for 8 periods a day, five days a week, 4 weeks a month, 10 months a year for 2 ½ years you cant tell me you’ve seen 3000 hours of our work and still think we are racing on the wrong track

Listen to the rhyme and down beat tap behind them

Listen to the similes and metaphors and not so much blood stained darts but feathers of purity lending in our youth

Read the poem being written by my fellow writers

Hear the songs being sang by my fellow singers

Observe the page being performed by my fellow actors

Listen to the speeches being spoken by my fellow speakers

Look at the poetry being painted by my fellow painters

Through our art we unlock each other’s rib cages

To release the messages that we have incased for you

We are all artists!

And even though we like money we would rather be paid closer attention to

Mauricio - MS 145 - Grade 8