This is a slam poem I wrote in Eighth Grade, this was my first ever poem. I hope you enjoy.
I’m going to tell you a story
So you better listen
And if you don’t
You never know what you’re missing
You see we live in a culture where the shoes on your feet
are more important than the way you treat, girls
And the watch on your wrist
Is more important than the girls you kissed
Let me tell you about my friend
I’ma be honest his whole family is dead
Now he’s in a foster home in Longmont
It’s a long walk
To the bus stop
But he can’t drop
Because his mom told him
Always try to fit in
But never try to blend in
Pick the people that you hang with
And at the end of the day it’s what you changed
Not what you gained
That makes you great.
He remembers this at 3:30 on the way to school
But when he gets there he’s told he looks like a fool
And it’s not because the other kids are cool
It’s just that they’re cruel.
He fits in perfectly, just not his clothes
Goodwill is the only place that he goes
He’s hit with a daily “what’re those!”
All this does is go to show,
It doesn’t matter what you know
It doesn’t matter where you go
It doesn’t matter how you flow
You’re only judged on what you own
You see it’s the same as skin color, people don’t care what’s under.
People see you for what they see
Not for what you believe
They see you for the outside
And not the inside
There’s no pride
In a country
That claims to stand for diversity
Supposedly Stands against adversity
Since the birth of thee
1 million dollars worth of British tea
Poured into the sea
No more dependency
Time for democracy
But we’re running around hopelessly
I don’t know how this started
But ever since we came
We’re the ones to blame
Cars look different but they all drive the same.
Driving on the trail of tears
Marching on Selma
People being oppressed is part of history
But we’re the generation that will change that by any means
We’re a society that gives our child every dream
But a dream from 1968
Still can’t be made.
Martin Luther king Jr.
That name rings a bell,
It’s that black man that got shot
In a Tennessee hotel
The human race screaming
As he fell
He was still told to burn in hell
But our children, they could never tell
You see we teach our kids shapes and we teach them colors.
We teach our kids reading and we teach them numbers.
In 2017 kids operate screens and television machines before their early teens,
But for the love of God teach your kids “I have a dream”.