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Sarah Jones is a contemporary "spoken word" poet, who happens to be the neice of my English professor Joyce Middleton. Her poems are vibrant and full of attitude, and here are a couple of my favorites... My Favorite:
asshole ________________ because your words are steel wool your body a dried stem poking the flesh of my gums through the fortress you built with my teeth because you cannot dance but for the music of my acquiescence because of the volumes of shit you write with your eyes and leave on my shelves to harden because you are the human equivalent of second-hand smoke because you seem harmless and are killing me because even a good-looking asshole is still only a small puckered conduit for waste at the end of the day I submit to you my resignation find a new chamber pot |
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Another good poem which is even better performed by the poet herself!! your revolution
____________ your revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not happen between these thighs the real revolution ain't about booty size the Versaces you buys or the Lexus you drives and though we've lost Biggie Smalls your Notorious revolution will never allow you to lace no lyrical douch in my bush your revolution will not be you killing me softly with Fugees your revolution won't knock me up and produce lil' future MCs because that revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not find me in the backseat of a Jeep with LL hard as hell doin' it and doin' it & doin' it well your revolution will not be you smackin' it up, flippin it, or rubbin' it down nor will it take you downtown or humpin' around because your revolution will not happen between these thighs your revolution will not have me singing ain't no nigger like the one I got your revolution will not be you sending me for no VD shot your revolution will not involve me feeling your rise or helping you fantasize because that revolution will not happen between these thighs and, no my Jamaican brother, your revolution will not make you feel boombastic and really fantastic have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped in plastic you will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of french vanilla butter pecan chocolate delux or having Akinyele's dream - a six foot blowjob machine you wanna subjugate your "queen" think I should put in in my mouth just 'cause you made a few bucks your revolution will not be me tossing my weave making believe I'm some caviar-eating, ghetto mafia clown or me givin' up my behind just so I can get signed have someone else write my rhymes? I'm Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown your revolution makes me wonder, where we could go if we could drop the empty pursuit or props and the ego revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common sense on a Quest to make love De La Soul, no pretense...but your revolution will not be you flexing your sex and status to express what you "feel" your revolution will not happen between these thighs will not happen between these thights will not be you shaking and me faking between these thighs because the revolution, when if finally comes, is gon' be real |
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