It was all fun and games
A little laughing
A little tag
She was frolicking
Away from her tagger
She tripped on a rock
The boy approached her
Lifted up her skirt
And groped her
Splash is the sound of tears
Maybe if she wasn't wearing a skirt
He couldn't pull it up
Maybe if she was paying attention
He wouldn't have groped her
Maybe if she hadn't worn a skirt
She wouldn't be in tears
Up at 2 AM thinking about
How this was her fault
It wasn't in her control
It never was
She was only the Victim
Splash is the sound of tears
One of thousands of victims
Categories:
tagger, abuse, dark, girl, life,
Form: Free verse
Creative ideas originating from what was called
B Bop music
But what we did with it sounded kind of Hip
So we called it Hip Hop
Yea.......
Say it along with me
It ain’t nothing like Hip Hop music
This was a way of life from a younger
More hipper generation
But a lot of folks refused it
I mean everywhere we tried to get in
Where we thought we would fit in
Doors were closed on us
People turned their backs on us
Not knowing that this was a movement that united us
So it was a must to create our own community
One of love, peace, and unity
Because as a generation we were left out in the dark
Ass out with nowhere else to go
See we use to do it out in the park
Joined together in one place people with liked minds
It didn't matter if you were a
Tagger, Beat Boxer, a B Boy, DJ
Or if you were tight with the rhymes
Here in our own little world is where we lived
Categories:
tagger, art, hip hop,
Form: Free verse
Expressions Of Self
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" a Poem about graffiti from the eyes of the tagger "
Expressions Of Self
Moon beats down on city streets
My need to express is so strong
As I roam the darkness, a call
To sing my song
Blank sheets of canvas, are all I see
As my can bleeds to be heard, my need
Gets stronger, more ravenous I need
Some airtime
Places to say my name, I just want to
To be heard, a need to be recognized
I am a writer of cold hard stone
Is that a crime?
The can is my pen, my easel if you will
In this warm summer night my paint will
be spilled, across these city walls
My colors and my thoughts will shine
With these expressions of self
My City’s shrine
By Debbie Kelly~
2006
Categories:
tagger, spoken word,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Well, Sir Ralph: You've challenged me to my very first taggin' game!
I doubt very much that this verse will win a Pulitzer Prize er bring me fame,
But, hopefully, it might light in the soul uv a strugglin' poet a sizzlin' flame,
That will to a buddin' bard, shower glory and honor on his/her name!
Alas, my forte seems to be writin' stuff with rhythm and rhyme.
I've tried other forms, but they ain't turned out to be worth a dime.
Tho' a Shakespeare, Longfellow, Kilmer or Poe I'll never be,
I'll jes' keep on writin' frum the soul, lettin' my quill flow free!
Well, Sir Ralph: You say you ain't a poet but I happen to disagree.
If I could compose half as well as you I'd consider myself in great company!
I had better bring a close to this vacuous and nonsensical verse.
I fear that if I keep on babblin', it could grow to become much "vorse!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I received a tag challenge from Ralph Taylor and I'll pass this on to any "tagger" brave
enough to follow through!!!!!!
Categories:
tagger, funnyme,
Form: Rhyme