listen
to the commotion
it's the emotion
pourin' from the core
torn from the soul
of nine young poets
with fine words
heard in verse
hear
them speak on beauty and love
peak at self-respect and loss
floss behind hip-hop sounds
grounded with snaps and claps
a map to the deepest thought
caught in a maze, a poetic haze
see
the wordsmiths take the stage
enraged as they make poetic slams
crowd engaged when they enter
wharton center on friday night
outta sight, it's def poetry jam
