Slam

Chasing Home: The idea of 'home' has always been a favorite of mine. This idea of picking up and moving yourself across the country, but still calling somewhere else home, it's confusing to me. When I leave my small, not town, no, hamlet, I hope I can cut ties. I don't know where I'm going, but I know the ties would make it hard to move. I so, I really liked this one. Holly managed to spit the word out in rhythm, but also remove the venom from it. Although I don't love much angrier, venomous slam poem, I still like falling into the beat of any of them. You didn't always have to listen to the words, because she got her point across with just her voice, and that’s pretty important.

Bitch Poem: "Bitches who want their 23 cents back" god, I love angry poems. This aggression that could change a world, makes you shut up a listen. The desire to reclaim word that have been used against us, it's powerful. The best way to take an argument and turn it around. They can’t insult you if you accept the insult.

3: Whether intentional or not I was kind of really insulted. Maybe it was just me but it sounded like she was telling me I'm not a real women because I enjoy wearing makeup or recently bought 604 pages of advertisements called Vogue. The idea that the length of your dress dictates how much of a woman you are is both what she was trying to fight against, but also what she preached. She tried to mask a lot of non-acceptance with some pretty rhymes. I think instead of telling women not to dress a certain way, we should tell them to dress however they want. I does not matter if her dress is to short, to tight, to low cut, you cannot judge a person's sense of self-worth from their clothes, and you cannot decide who they are dressing for. She made it sound like she was better than everyone else, that she had more dignity, because she covered her skin and didn’t wear makeup.

4: I feel unqualified to make any comment. With women, I have the experience, but with race I have none. It's an oppression I don't understand, I can’t voice opinions because my opinions are uneducated. To say, I've never seen it is to admit I'm blind. My "I think" means nothing because it matter much more what they feel.