((read in spoken word voice))

I'm so sick and tired
of being
sick...and
tired
of being.

I love my self.
spoken word
is my voice
but by choice
I despise
the rise
and
f
a
l
l
of the spoken word
voice.

overused
the muse for poetic
views has
been
jaded
faded
into the distance

for instance
I was at a venue
where pretention was on the menu
and they sang the def poets' song of
airy voices over swaying beats?-
I
grimaced my face at the poem about nothing new
and witnessed the light being sucked from the room-
vaccumn

nothing but space
with no life in site
more than willing to resite
or rewrite
the painfully overdone

one
level speach stuck in monitone
doin' their best snapped impressions of Love Jones
coffee house writings
with natural headed patrons
neo-soul
beats
sweet smell of candle lighting

and art on brick walls
and art on brick walls
what a scene for cliche
that
art
on
brick walls
while the he say she say
speaks between those brick halls

and if it weren't for the pop culture,
for the Chrystler, and Dodge
...
you wouldn't even know what a Spoken word was

so take off your cuffie (sp?)
put back on your white tee
cause the Kinte don't mean spiritual
and
those
'locks don't say free

you've been playin with my culture too long

I just call it like I see it
so like God

I speak a-
word
into existance
powerful prose preacher
so,
use your regular voice
and listen to it drop
spoken word:
for today
I just need ya
to

STOP!


Keep shiining! I know some of ya'll can feel this sudden infultration of our sacred culture never know you might be one of 'em.