East Wing Rules: White House Poetry Slam or Jam?

East Wing Rules: White House Poetry Slam or Jam?

It is wonderful that this President has invited the poets, but what about the poets, not those who talk so fast you cant understand them, Im a poet and Obama has one of my pieces I wrote for him, yet no regular Poets, Im not saying they dont have any thing to say they do, but slams arent for everyone Patricia Robinson


They’re trying to silence me
Their trying to take my words away-because some don’t wish to hear, what I have to say.
My words come with truth-and life! is the proof.
I speak of man black and white-I speak of how they shine bright.
Yet some one wants to keep me from being heard-I will not let anyone stop my words.
I tell of abuse , anger and pain-my words flow like rain.
Still they’re those who want to put out my light-stop me from helping me fight.
I tell of children who bully others-as they chock the weak, as if to smother.
All because those who should see turns their heads-until some weak child hang themselves until dead.
I speak of that perfect looking home across the street-that seems so wonderful on the outside to me.
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors-only she knows, when at night he knocks her to the floor.
I speak of what an abused child goes through-see I use to be one! too.
I speak of mothers who prostitute their young-and doing it, only takes a flip of the tongue.
I speak of fathers who rape their daughters at night-slipping into their rooms causing them pain and fright.
I speak of brothers who hurt brothers-being sneaky, so they wont be seen by their mothers.
Still their some in this society-that are trying to silence me.
They say they don’t need to hear what I have to say-think about it, it could be your child one day.
It could be your husband taking liberties who his 9 yr. old-it could be your daughter or son hiding the truth within their soul.
It could be your life in confusion each day-yet some would allow the poets words to be taken away.
Because they cant stand the truth-as they come to the realization that there lives are the proof.
All poetry is written for someone-written for that silent girl, or abused son.
Words are here for a lifetime-they are here to excite the soul the mind.
Yet! There are some in this society-that are trying to silence me.
By : Patricia Robinson-4/22/09-4pm