Professor X's Poetry Slam

[Professor Tyeisha X]

WOMANHOOD by Prof. Tyeisha X
Womanhood
it's more than a word
it's a badge of honor
For we are not the savage
lesser
stupid
evil
imperialistic
hegemonic
sex, are we?
No
Thus we rise above
And destroy patriarchy.

MUSKY CLAM LOVE by Prof. Tyeisha X.
My'shelle, My'Wife
Happiness is when I kiss you
all over and make my way
down
down
down to the valley of ecstacy
smelling your musk
sweat
juices
bitter tasting but wonderful
like wine
Then you turn over
presenting me your black puckered starfish
I began to dine
like a queen eating a 7 course meal
i scarf it down
i love it
the dingleberry pie
i love it
i love being a lesbian
will die being a lesbian
lesbians
forever
and
ever

MARX MY HERO by Prof. Tyeisha X.
It was a fall day one year
many years ago
in the fall
when my life was tumbling like a tumbleweed
And when I discovered him
I realized
The Truth
was hidden from me
by racist fascists who want to keep black women down
I discovered him
Karl Marx
I read him in the original German
it dazzled me like a romance novel
I found my cause
overthrow capitalism
overthrow the white race
Now it is your turn
Feel what I've felt
Open that book of Marx
Read Das Kapital
If you want
to
Live...

[John Bois Ward]

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What was that all about? None of us are sitting around smoking the reefer and wearing berets. Take that somewhere else, Gloria Steinem reading hippie.

[JennyD]

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Oh, look.

Dinner came up for a visit.

[Pastor Ezekiel]

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"Slam" is right. The sound of Ms. Malcolm X being slammed out of God's favorite forum!

[NonSense Talker]

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Nice work.

[Mad Prophet Helmholtz]

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What are you talking about "Sense Talker"? Maybe some sense should be talked into you? That poetry was atrocious! Bunch of strung-together random words tossed hither and fro. Bizarre mish-mash of extreme leftist propoganda disguised as poetry.

Don't quit your day job as an university professor, Tyeisha!

[Miss April]

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I tryed To Read it but Started Feeling Very Sick Professor Gay X Why Don't you Take your Makes no Sence Poetry Trash Somewhere Else Nobody Wants To Here It Now Why don't you Go Back To Africa Now?

[Tertius The Scribe]

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Oh, no...there goes my New York Strip.

Thanks for that second poem, "Professor" Kwallahneesha Slavename.

[Miss April]

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Please Don't Write Anymore Sick Poetry On Gods Favorite Forum Your Not Good at It Lesbain But Why Make People on Here sick Do you Think Its Funny?

[Professor Tyeisha X]

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You know what? I know what it is. You're all just jealous! You are demoralized because you recognize such a beauty my poetic flairs that you feel you have to compete with me. In the coffee houses in Berkeley, I get standing ovations from the crowd for my work. "Musky Clam Love" was written as a postmodern sonnet from the lesbian perspective in tribute to my wife, My'Shelle.

The auspicious and esteemed critic of postmodern poetry, J.B. Logan, once wrote about "Musky Clam Love":
"A starlet comes about, unshackled by the hegemony of a racist and homophobic America, to cry out, unfettered and unabashedly, with the culmination of everything waning in the world of lesbian erotic poetry, to amaze the audience's ears with the sounds of a lion escaping from a circus, devouring and ripping apart ligaments of children, which of course, is the pervading sense of what is needed in American Lesbian Poetry today."

Obviously, my poetry has been applauded and regarded as fine art. Even impressing that sage wizard of Greenwich Village, Mr. Logan, can't you admit that deep down you really enjoyed it?

[Original Gothster]

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The Street on Me

Keeping an eye out
First cold and then hot
Shivering and then sweating
Waiting here nervous
To get what I need

Keeping an eye out
On this harsh night
Bills a wad in my hand
Just enough for tonight
Earned on my knees
Bound for my arm

Keeping an eye out
Walls at myback
The Pavement pulls at me
The world lurches right
Then left
And right again
I stay up

Keeping an eye out
Pupils black
Rolling back
I shake my head
To clear it
My stomach's hard knot
Twisting and tightening
Keeping me sharp

Keeping an eye out
Cars slipping past
One slows, stops
A window opens a crack
I drop my bills in
Out drops what I need

Keeping an eye out
I start my way home
My prize in my hand
Enough for tonight
Barely enough for tonight

[NonSense Talker]

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Please Don't Write Anymore Sick Poetry On Gods Favorite Forum Your Not Good at It Lesbain But Why Make People on Here sick Do you Think Its Funny?

Use correct grammar if you want me to take you seriously.

[Professor Tyeisha X]

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Now, that's poetry Original Gothster! I can almost imagine the horror of suffering heroin addiction by reading your articulate and vivid imagery. Very good! Anyone else have a poem to contribute? Let it out! Poetry is the soul defecating its rigid perceptions.

[MidwestCatLady]

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Poetry - I used to write way back when. Yes, this is dark poetry that can only come from the fear of the unsaved. Nonetheless, I still think it is pretty good. I wrote it some thirty years ago.

Night Excursion

I walk down the desolate street,
My heart quickens with my feet.

An eerie wind rustles the trees,
Causing a stir among dead leaves.

Footsteps echo through fog-drenched air;
I turn my head, "Is someone there?"

My heart doth pound from my blood so red,
While the fog and night confirm the dread.

Darkness only answers my fright,
And the fog thickens blocking all sight.

Heels click upon paved ground,
As darkness swirls around and round.

My feet flee to find safe abode,
For death has found me along the road.

[Original Gothster]

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Now, that's poetry Original Gothster! I can almost imagine the horror of suffering heroin addiction by reading your articulate and vivid imagery. Very good! Anyone else have a poem to contribute? Let it out! Poetry is the soul defecating its rigid perceptions.

Thanks. I've been clean a while, about two years I think. But the six before that were rough as hell, let me tell you. It got harder and harder all the time, you know? Finally I just couldn't do it anymore

My job at the clinic helps too, seeing strung-out kids everyday, knocking some sense into their little invincible skulls. I do what I can. One day at time, right? And I've been reading that special Bible they told me to get last time I was here.

It helps me I guess, seeing how people even way back then were all getting smited for ignoring God, and he would like rain fire on them and shit for ignoring Him and disobeying Him. I get that. If I was God, I'd be like "Hey, knock that crap off or I will so smite you."

And seriously, most people suck, why wouldn't God be all mad most of the time, right?

Anyway, thanks for liking my poem and all. But you might wanna lay off stuff about butt licking around here, some of these people are kinda uptight about shit like that.