by Staff Writer
Po' poets and spoken word artists, heavy weights and light weights, undefeated champs and first time performers alike all entered the ring this Valentines Day at POOR Magazine's first annual Poetry Battle of (All) the Sexes. The event, which took place at the Beat Museum in North Beach, was filled with amazing flowetry, spoken word art and poetry.
Thanks to all those who made it a huge success, including ring announcer Jack Hirschman, judges Al Robles, Genny Lim, Paris Alexander and Ananda Esteva, Tony Robles, the Beat Museum, POORPresschefs Amanda Smiles and Joanna Letz, Ace Robles for the beautiful belts and many, many more! As well thanks to all those who attended and helped a very poor POOR Magazine raise some much needed funds!!!
The BIG winners of the night were!
Champion: Queenanndi
2nd place: Leroy Moore
3rd place: Monk
Each winner was awarded a cash prize, handmade champion’s belt and will have a piece published in the Bay Guardian, as well as on POOR Magazine.
Please stay tuned for more revolutionary art and poetry events from POOR Magazine. And, read on for the winner's pieces and more.
Love and hate
by Queenanndi
Love & Hate
I’m about to commentate
Hate is comin’ to tha ring, weighing in at an unknown amount of pounds
Ready to bring on destruction and pain
Puttin’ the little kids out of their homes
Creating victims out of the elderly, addicted to bein’ insane
Oooh, and hate starts frivolous wars
Our childrens’ blood is shedded
While hate’s kids become pampered and spoiled
The hate record looks undefeated, but lovez comin’ to tha ring
Look, now hate done ran and retreated
Love got hate on tha ropes- Bam! Bow! Bam! Bing!
Love IS comin’ wit body blows, and hate can’t block a thing
Now love comes wit an uppercut- Bam!
Put the families back in their homes
Boom! Enough criticizing and criminalizing the poor
Bow! Return tha souljahs and end the war
Now! It’s justice for all- Bam! Boom! Pow!
Cuz hate just got knocked out!
Dreamin’ (of a king)
I would take all the stars out the sky for you
There’s nothin’ in this world that I wouldn’t do…
Yo’ my heart, baby our bond is strong
I know you ain’t gone leave me here to rule alone
Many journeys have been traveled and conquered
But when I feel yo’ Kingman hands that’s my energys’ comfort
I’m digging you man our hearts are on the same level
Make me go to hell and come back wit the head of tha devil
Fo’ so long I’ve felt ya- sorry that I strayed from your powers
Attuned our minds soul connects last longer than flowers
The World Is Ours
Maybe not in ways but in spirit
Go to the other end of earth-now shout!
You know I’m gone hear it
My Baby, sweet as Billy Shears, wiped away my tears n’ fears
For you I’m goin’ five Phantoms down
And comin’ right back up wit yo’ crown- on a platinum dish
If I had one wish
You’d be in tha crowd, feeling and hearing my heart pounding loud
Step to me daddy
I want that kiss from tha king-
But soon as our lips touched- Damn! I woke up from tha dream
QUEENNANDI 08
I’m the BLACK CRIPPLE
by Leroy Moore
I’m the BLACK CRIPPLE
Look at me, look at me
Hear this, hear this
I’ve learned from Heyward’s Porgy
Play on your pity
Just to get that money
I’m the BLACK CRIPPLE
You’ll do me like you did bang, bang Margarett L. Mitchell
I’m an open swore in the BLACK community
Cup in hand
Leaning against the wall
Passersby don’t want to understand
I’m the BLACK CRIPPLE
Gave my body to the US Army
Got shot by the LAPD
But you can’t get red of me
Mainstream think I’m too angry
My own people don’t even notice me
I’m the BLACK CRIPPLE
My spoken word, you can’t handle
You think I’m too radical
Black sisters don’t know what they are missing
My BLACK CRIPPLE body is always erect
Mind masturbation but she can’t deal with the situation
Educated and motivated
Now people are intimidated
I’m the incarcerated BLACK CRIPPLE
Lock down
Lock out
Walking on death row
The State has lost my file
SSI, SSDI and GA
In my pocket is Uncle Sam’s dirty hands
I’m the BLACK CRIPPLE
Rocking your cradle
Yeah, I know what I want but you’re too goddam fickle
Hell yeah, I’m the BLACK CRIPPLE
No, no, no
I’m the PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE
No, no, no
I’m the LOUD PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE
No, no, no
I’m the ANGRY LOUD PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE
No, no, no
I’m the SEXY ANGRY LOUD PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE
Yeah! Yeah! Hell Yeah!
More love poems spit at the battle
Aint got no love for the State
by tiny
D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Will I ever
be free
Can I get a D-I-V-O-R-C-E
So he’ll stop
abusing me
You see My man is the state
And It all started when we went out on a date
Naw, it actually began many years ago when I was homeless chyle
It was like incest and the abuse was steady and full of lies
But the state was pimping me and I couldn’t get free
criminalizing po folks like me with impunity
but hey I tried to relate
looking beyond all the hate
that’s why me and the state went out on a date
but it went from good to bad fast
when it came to the check
I tried to pay with food stamps , my ebt card and an ssi check
He called me a cheap whore said I was just playing him for a sucker
I said
he was a just an abusive lover
As I reflect I know he was never looking for a soul mate
In fact, i was just another poor mama he could incarcerate
He never tried to see my culture , my spirit , my soul..
But rather he was only on the take
Coming at me with labels of greed, food stamp fraud , child abuse and lies about my fate
He could never relate
He never accepted responsibility for 500 hundred years of repression, colonization, sterilization and hate
So I wrote him a letter- asking for
Some alimony, reparations and if nothing else
A rebate
He didn’t respond
So I am asking for a
D-I-V-O-R-C-E
We’re through
–no mo
I’ll make my own estate
My own land free from hate
With love and language and culture,no incarceration and manufactured hate
D-I-V=O=R=C=E –
its over
I am finally free
CALLOUS CUSTODY CORRUPTION
(For all single moms that lose their children to court corruption)
BY MARLON CRUMP
I told you, your honor, you devil in a pitch black gown, that I had no time to prepare for this hearing, but you're not hearing me. What I say to you goes out one ear, and quickly out the other:
What kind of a monster are you to callously decide my child's fate, because you say your rule is great?! You just can't give my son to animals like you, by separating him from his sister, or my daughter from her brother!:
You just can't keep ripping my life or their lives away, because your everyday life is the cold color grey. Am I responsible for your refusal to have, and love children of your own?:
That must be your plan, isn't it? You want to rely on Child Protective Services, asshole attorneys, faulty foster care homes, or the police to fulfill your needs, from the time my seed is hatched from my body, until their old enough to be institutionalized by the system, when they're fully grown:
But I got a big plan for you, oh yes indeed, lord, yes I do, indeed. You see, I can only be a one-man Rambo-like soldier equipped with a keen mind, pen and paper, and a bleeding heart, to be valiantly fighting your own demon squad, of this fight so long:
While you keep doing what you're doing to me to other single mothers, everyday, then go home to enjoy a hearty meal, and enjoying Satan's song; I will make you sing to a different tune when we march into your court, in a massive crowd, reminding you how you did us so horribly wrong, then send you back to the bottomless black pit where you truly belong:
A LAWYER TOO HEATED FOR A DEGREE
BY MARLON CRUMP
The word "lawyer" rhymes with liar, every law has a flaw, and it's illusion is a poor person's mental confusion:
I'm not having it, though, for I know myself, my life, and love for my Gifted by God abilities. The power of my mind, my courage, my pen, and my heart equals you into a mortal contusion:
I can cross-examine you, into the abyss of your glorified lies, and represent myself in the court of flaws, by not even uttering a sound from my very own lips. I can dance with you from dusk till dawn, with the truth of argument(s) in front of the judge and jury:
You see, your clients that wear blue that ever so often slew, foolishly assumed that after their warrantless entry into my world, that this was the end of that movie, but I followed up as a motion-pictured, rated R sequel young black man, with a feature film presentation of impossible intelligence, and indestructible fury:
I educated you on how quickly I can obtain knowledge, in just a few short weary years of little resource, to clash with you, while you spent light years of tax payer's hard earned dollars to create weak lies, but not fully prepared of what I can do:
You was certain that the ball was in your court, thinking we would battle at the state level, but I jumped up in the air and stuck my tongue out at you like Jordan, then told you, "No, we're going federal." Your jaws dropped like a whore to her knees, but I made you kneel:
I hope you are lame enough believe that it is all over with, due to mere technicalities. When that mail carrier comes, I want you to open that big brown sealed envelope, and take out that thick wad of white papers, titled: COURT OF APPEAL:
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