I may not know how to transform violence into peace
but I know how to separate your soul from your body when I speak.
I’m more afraid of life and living
Because I’ve seen the deceased,
I’ve seen history repeat
and I’ve seen my people defeated.
I’ve experienced the pain of not having what I need when I need it.
But my word is the escape, my personal backspace
And I need it.
When it comes to spoken word
I eat, live and breath it.
It’s like my seed and I’m proud when I see it.
It’s gone from making people clap…
to stopping you in your tracks.
And making people backtrack to their seats
Because you see, they thought they were leaving.
You see, we thought we were free
When in reality we’re bound and gagged and locked in cages.
Still separated by our races and belittled by our ages.
No longer physically enslaved but I swear I can still taste it…
but let’s face it.
I can scream until I’m blue in the face, but what’s the point of crying over spilled milk that’s already wasted?
What’s the point of going after my dream if I let someone else chase it?
You tell me what’s the point of fighting for the right to make my life decision if I let someone else make it?
If the chance is mine then I will take it,
I could talk and tell a story
but people seem to like it better the way the spoken word states it and I…
Tru Kwene started seriously writing poetry when she was 17 years old, in her last year of high school. She took her skills with words to the streets when she became a youth organizer that same year with Teen Empowerment and began organizing peace promoting events in the Boston area. You can find her on YouTube, and in Boston, supporting as many local artists and mics as she can.