I’ve always loved to write. Writing to me is one of the best ways to express yourself, and to be able to do that in front of a group of people who agree is a wonderful feeling. In this section we will highlight Poetry and Short Stories.
I’ve known ANT for over 2 years now. When I first met him I remember he always walked around with this notebook. It wasn’t until a couple of weeks of going to Open Mic spots I realized he was a poet and not just any old poet, a great poet. For me personally the most important aspect of a poet is not just the words that they speak but the way they convey it to an audience. There has never been a time when I’ve gone to see ANT and he hasn’t hit the audience with a thought-provoking theatrical production. Below you will find one of his many pieces. You can catch him at Weedstock Generation Monday March 29th 10pm TV Lounge where he will be our first feature artist.
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The Writer’s Block Poem
I wanna write…
I Wanna Write!
I WANNA WRITE!!!
But what about???
I don’t know what I wanna write
I wanna write something profound
Something that sounds as good
As what I write
And much as my mind takes flight
I’d thought I’d be light years
From mic fears
But psyche!
Whenever pen meets mind
It strikes fear…
And I’m stuck right here
Mad behind this desk
Meanwhile I hear poets
Rip stages like bad checks
While I have yet
To even think of where to start
Guess I got ain’t enough flaws
In my bones to pick apart
And if it’s really art…
Then just give me an F
Cuz compared to these masterpieces
I just finger paint at best
So you can rest with the fake “oohs”
And “ahhs” like you’re amused
Hell, I told you from the jump
That this persona’s just a ruse
Now that you caught up with me
I can take foot off “cruise”
Cuz I’m about to pass “E”
With all the revolution blues
The Obama prasing
Bush bashin’ passion done ran its course
And my engine done blew out
From all the dead hip hop retorts
But I wanna write!!!
But after all that I’ve written
I’ve come to the conclusion
My art is no longer convincing
After switching demeanor
Spitting black power so much
I think I can come to grips
That Mr. “Nice Guy’s” losing his touch
I can’t write beautiful enough…
Not to where I can expand
Shit, I’d have to go thru HELL
To spread the message
YOU GUYS are portraying
“A college dropout
With a dead beat daddy?
BIG DEAL!!!
How about losing
Your innocence early
Or witness a friend of yours killed?”
Nope, Y’ALL got that position filled
I’m tryna bring new perspective
But all I hear is the same message
And my inspiration lessens
Maybe I’ve been trapped too long
Or at the end of my wits
Cuz I’m thinking about pulling
My “poet self-destruct switch”
Cuz really I’m just a fan
Who got caught up in all the hype
Thinking just cuz I can rhyme a bit
I can kill an open mic… PSYCHE!!!
Hip Hop and Poetry may look alike
But there’s a certain thing
Called RELEVANCE
And that’s the part I “Can’t Get Right”
But I wanna write!!!
But everything’s been said…
From pussy to Panthers
Reagan to rape, churches to cancer
Conspiracy theory to “I love you dearly”
From “I hate that nigga”
To “I’d fuck him clearly!”
Seriously I’m starting think
This muse is useless
Matter of fact
Don’t even consider this “new shit”
Just the latest during my hiatus
Til my impeding block ceases
So maybe after this
ATTEMPT of a poem
You might receive
A genius’ TRUE thesis.
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