Word Vomit

So I have decided to do a collab project with a friend for Def Jam. We wanna make it some serious Def Jam piece that we can read or perform during The Really Bad Poets night this month. Well, that's the plan at least.

Collab because I don't think I can do it alone, but I have been very inspired to write and I simply must do it!

I have promised myself a couple of months back that I will brave the challenges of my life and so far, I have been receiving life's rewards to the fullest. One small important decision, gave me the 180 shift I so badly needed.

MAYDA DEL VALLE, DEF JAM POET

One of the smaller games I made was to write and perform a Def Jam poetry. I know I will probably suck at it, but who cares?! This is something personal, right? Just to give you an idea of what I am talking about. Lemme show you guys Mayda del Valle's "Descendancy" piece. She is truly an inspiration and I know you will just love her. Below the video is a transcript I made. I hope I got it right! Enjoy!



Descendancy
Maya del Valle

It's nice, that you can claim your clan to pure-bred pedigree descendancy
But middle passages mark the make up of my amalgamated Afro-Boricua Ancestry
I know it's kinda' hard to see the motherland legitimacy in me
But I can't deny the fact that your robust songs
Lay in the lines of my mother's poems
As she puts her hands up offering psalms
Seekin the calm offered by God Sun
Cos when the day is done
The color of my skin, still marks me as an alien in the country of my birth!

I can't check myself into a box
I'd be ignoring myself menstruating poppy nappy locks in me
The Shawtown, Midwest, Windy City in me
The B-Bop, Hiphop, Non-stop, Salsa con Savor, Queen of Soul in me,
The grown up next-door a-Mexicanos with the Ora de Carones Tacos Entamales in me
The B-girl days while spittin flames and painting trains in me
The Da Yna don Color in me, the Marvin Gaye and Sweet Lemonade on sunny days in me
The decendency that doesn't deny the darker shade of skin in me,
The what in me?!

Yes! What you claim you can't see,
So descendancy descend from your so-called position of privilege
And see me for what I be cos I be a 'Rican, a Shawtown not a new Eurican
A Shawtown south side Rican simply seekin and see if I can fit in
I dare you to sit still in your chair and intellectualize
What I can only make sense of by feelin'
I see your being blind and I see past the kinds of fabricated fiction or fables
Assaulted ancestral accounts such should be calling your historical scribes
ASAP the way they stop the truth from being illuminated
Misinformation being fed to my generation
Are you that tired to being intimidated
through tactics that are trying to force my assimilation
causing me to question my creation
You must be mistaken me for Hansel and Gretel
Thinking I'd jump into the melted pot
Always trying to place me accosted categorizations of populations
You're calling this shit civilization?!

My so-called Pre-Columbian Savage unenlightened Ancestors
had more humanity than your
Micrsoft Macintosh technology monopoly information highway
Riding bareback on the backs of underpaid third-world women and children,
.85 cents a day for makin' hundred dollar Nike's,
Nuclear bomb-droppin', immigrant-stoppin',
Death by lethally electrocutioning injecting lies of
LET ME GET MY PIECE OF THE AMERICAN APPLE PIE DREAM
Into our children's minds, society!
Let me order your new world to paint your White House brown,
Cos I'm goin' down!
Yes! Im goin down to the earth searching my roots like Haley's
And I am writing comments back to the past
Back to the past that becomes my future, that is my present
That is my now!
I'm goin back seekin' my descendancy!


Ill right? Yep, I got the goosebumps too!

Peace, Love, and a lot of Poetry,

StringedMusic™

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