soulfood

ok so i finally finally finally went to da poetry lounge. thanks GOD as my gramama says. its been pretty hard to make it cuz i work late, i have to rush to make it on time and then sometimes people arent feeling it; excuses, excuses i know. BUT i fuckin finally made it. & it was dopeness as usual. it feels so raw. like you could start to feel all the little emotions & shit, whether it be touchy/feely to fucking hysterical. i kid you not, we got in late of course so we had to sit on stage; shortly after we got there, a whiter than white red neck-ish type boy came in all by himself. my first thought was, "oh this white boy is brave or lost..." hahah ok besides the point. so ya he looked like a normal white boy kinda outta place no biggie or anything. BUT after the first set, he suddenly goes up on stage and straight up starts spitting some "poetry." right i know... first of all his name was, P-SLICK & he was reppin brooklyn, okayyy? "brooklyn in da housssssssse" as he said. but that wasnt the best part, his poem was about pussies and clits and all this sex stuff. i mean my jaw just dropped like everyone else's in the place. it was so fucking funny. you would have never ever guessed a white boy like that would be all profane tryin to talk ebonically. & he was serious. ok so if youre having a hard time imagining this it's like he was kinda sounding like EMINEM but looking like.....some run of the mill mid-western blonde white boy, his eyebrows and lashes were probly blonde, ya that white; you see what i mean. all in all after all this bashing he was pretty ok. his delivery was outstanding, he mos def had a presence. it was his first time, i think he's a wannabe actor. see now all y'all have to go now!! hahaha. ok one more though, this little cute black girl went up and said this poem about LOVE & shtuff, like each line was,"your love is like....waking up noon or later, your love is like.....a full tank of gas" blah blah blah & bullshit like that. it was so cute, so simple but he bf was there in the audience and it was her vday gift to him. how fuckin cute, damn those bastards in love. ANYWAYS, what im really tryin to say is that these poets (& i use that term loosely) all have balls. theyre so brave to get up there and pour their hearts out. not easy my friends, not at all. maybe one day before i die, i'll get up there one day. but i wont tell anyone tho, it'll be a secret, maybe kinda sorta. dpl did hit the spot tho, good vibes, good tunes, good poets mostly.