Simply amazing. Please, give this one a listen – from a very talented writer friend.
Spoken Word and I go back a long way, and have a very…complicated relationship.
But some words just can’t stay on the page. This was written to be performed as spoken word poetry, so I recorded it as such.
If you’d like to hear me, please click the link below:
I should have married the boy I fell in love with in 3rd grade
I’d be living in a big house in Brooklyn
Languid back yard days balanced with jive smoky Blue Note nights
Bedroom walls covered in laminated clippings
testaments in black and white
like me and Jamie
His drumming made me wet when I was 8, and he was 9.
Staten Island, Stapleton projects, and cause we were the only white family at 67 Hill Street I kissed a baker’s dozen of black boys
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