Breaking

Breaking is not easy. I have tried, I am trying and I will continue to try. People are seeking poets to perform at anything these days. Weddings, parties, poetry venues, recreation venues, churches, funerals...everywhere!

I have embarked on my journey. Learning, loving... more learning and more loving. I have just read Black Like Me, it was not the best writing but however it is a book that I am glad to have read. The book has been collecting dust on my shelf for years, honestly. It was an assigned read from Dr. Spencer, I guess he thought that it would be effective in teaching us about the black experience in America. I am however, more interested in re-discovering the black political movement. Which Dr. Spencer's class does not explore - I am to hungry to see who else I will discover on my journey. Assata is like fresh melon in the summertime, Carmichael is everything real in the spring time and H. Rap Brown is an open handed fist striking every wind that blows his way.

Before I left for Dallas, the Ice House was both terrifying and wonderful. It was supposedly my goodbye show (fingers crossed). My brother in poetry The D rocked the mic and missed it. A girl spoke on the mic next and if only I knew her name, but she was selling her books for 5 dollars. I was going to buy one, but her attitude was one of another world. Kato from the Chi did his thing after my boi Terrance. My man who is also nameless (because I don't know the brother), spoke on the mic in faces and tones that no one could respect enough not to laugh.