The Berkeley Poetry Slam was the best poetry slam I have ever been to. There was this guy who wrote to Marshal Mathers a.k.a Eminem. He talked about how he is so homophobic and tries to make a living off of dissing the LGBT community. The poem was dope and got a 10 out of ten from all 5 judges.
There was this other guy who wrote to the D.M.V about how they drive him crazy and make him get out of character. He spit his poem as if he had two personalities: one that was a really nice guy who just want a little bit of understanding, and the other guy who was mad and didn’t care about hurting anybody feelings. He got mostly 9 from all the judges.
This one guy who was black and white had wrote about his life. He lived a life where people told him he wasn't black enough. He said as basically his course in the poem “I'm black and I'm white and I'm white and I'm black what the f--- you gonna do about that?” This guy was so deep. He made me think about all the time I made fun of light-skin people for portraying themselves as blacks. Who was I to tell them they wasn't black? Why should color identify who we are as people? This is the overall message I got from this great poet.
Overall I had a great time. There were more poets I can talk about but that will last forever. I learned a lot about different cultures. I wish I could've attended the next round that took place last Thursday at the same place.