This piece I had to perform for one of my courses my freshman year of college.
I knew little about the Slam-
About poets and poems meant to get people thinking
What do I care about influence?
Political matters can be handled by others
Why should I care about things that I don’t care about?
Academia, a system run by intellectuals I don’t really understand,
Slam, a system run by people who feel so strongly
That the waves of emotion that continually roll from their ideas
Wash me aside like a paper boat in the ocean.
How could I strive to follow either of these groups?
I can’t, and I don’t intend to try,
For my poetry is for me and me alone,
I have no motives to influence others,
No one-upmanship ideas to present,
And quite frankly my dear,
I don’t give a damn.