Urban Poetry
-GO
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Not only is -Go one of Northern CA’s best spoken word artists and a brand-new father [winter ’08] but he also is a TV show host and producer as well as a promoter for local indie open-mics. Check him out from the Bay to Sacramento. -Go has energy and love for poetry and his friends of whom he calls family — support local arts and venues. Creating The Sacramento Slam Team -Go had the chance to leave CA to battle amongst other poets, US-wide.
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Broken Cycle
By -Go
She’s got a lot of love to give but only 1 life to live so she gives
it to her 3 kids. They’re the motivation and foundation for everything
she did and all the pain she hid.
They’re in heavy rotations in her mind. Frustrated she finds when she
can’t find the time, its like the grind seems to bind her hands to keep
her in line.
This woman expands her designs, seems a crime to work so hard to be so
far from these tidings for which you bid. But that’s just how it is.
That’s the life she lives.
Stress, duress and depression can be a blessin’ if you pull from it a
lesson but it can also be a Smith and Wesson testin’ ya’ character and
will for flaws keep you second-guessin’, perpetuate more questions.
And sometimes, sections of the Bay Bridge, they do fall. Sometimes it
seems too much to absorb it all. You want to take the fall, tired and
expired crawl into a ball, hide inside with only your pride shutting out
the world and say fuck it all.
But for them she can’t. She’s must take a stand and stand tall. She
has no time to stall. She must heed the call.
Success in her mind is not defined by designer jeans with white
stitched seams, its the time she finds to tie the memories and enjoy
pleasantries with her 3 boys. It is her only joy.
It’s why she hoist her exhausted frame up at five am again and again,
doesn’t have time to spend with friends, workin’ three jobs so she can raise
3 men.
She can’t comprehend the trends that are sent through bent antenaes,
she’s worked all day and slaves away to cook dinner, raise three winners,
keep heat on in the winter, she ain’t worried about chrome spinners.
She ain’t scurrying about living her life a sinners. And though her
dreams may seem splintered her determination has never been hindered or
ever grown thinner, it just not within her.
So she struggles some more to keep together these four. So she snuggles
her core to show she loves and adores. She muddles through chores before
her shift at the store. No medal, plaque, pat on the back, hoarded and
stored, her pain is ignored.
And yeah, it’d be nice to have a good man to around the house but she
don’t need a spouse if the man is a louse. She don’t need to shout, “Get
the hell out of my house.” She don’t need to pout, she can work it on
out.
And as the days slip away she prays for a way, maybe a date would be
great with a mate who relates. But she’ll still sit here and wait, only
she decides her fate. She’ll start a clean slate, scrape hate from the
plate of these boys teachin’ how to be men, knowing this cycle, will
never be repeated again.
