Sarcarrogance: The Movement

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Happy Thursday y'all it's Spoken Word day. Today I am writing about emotions in poetry. Emotion runs the world, whether happy, sad, mad, or alone you act according to how you feel. The best way to express yourself is through writing down or even saying it aloud. So here are some poets that exude emotion in it's rawest form.

My Soul is Dark
My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.




But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now 'tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once - or yield to song.  
by Lord Byron



100%
You accuse me of the worse
stating I know nothing of my race.
Why? Cause I'm fluent in the
language of eloquence
and my spoken words
are said without ignorance
but instead, with logic
Oh, long lost relative.
who lacks sufficient education
Tell me how you define being
Black or perhaps Puertorican
When you consider noise that
degrades our people--music.


Music that favors gangsters
with their guns, and drug dealers
who have ruined the lives for all
your loved ones or hell maybe even
yours.


And I assume I must know
Espanol--in order to be latino
And displaying the flag,
from head to toe,
keeps me loyal to my people.
Well, I dont think so.


You may call me
A mutt.
So I'll bark at your ignorance.
You can't possibly split me
down the middle, or divide me into
percentages of different culture.
Its impossible, irrational, not logical

All i need to tell you is
I know my race
I know my race
and I love my race-s
Because I love being who I am
and that's 100 percent Black
yet 100 percent Puertorican

By Melody Nieves

 
 
Fuck
Fuck this
Fuck you
Fuck everything
And all the shit you put me through
Fuck the world
Fuck the pain
Fuck everything you stand for
Because I don't give a fuck about the fame
Fuck your insecurities
Fuck your smug smile
Fuck your happiness that I promised
So just fuck off unless you have something worthwhile
Fuck the future
Fuck the past
Fuck all your fucking ignoranc
Because this torture will always last
Fuck this needless pain
Fuck this knife that roams
Fuck everything that you're thinking
Because this is a cutting reference in my poem
Fuck what you're thinking
Fuck everything you've said
Fuck the world of knowledge you have of me
Because I know none of the thoughts in my head
Fuck my anger
Fuck my pain
And you know what just fuck me
Because I'm just small, stupid and insane
Fuck everything I just said
Fuck all the times I've come to your aid
Fuck all the tears I helped you fight
Because I'm just pathetic, alone and afraid
Fuck my life
Fuck staying sober
Fuck my pain
Because it's all fucking over
Fuck me
Fuck you
Fuck everyone else who thinks they're so great
Thinking we're all so much better than the next person too 

By Zeek


Sex Goddess
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE
so don't mess with me
I've got a big bag full of SEX TOYS
and you can't have any
'cause they're all mine
'cause I'm
the SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE.



"Hey," you may say to yourself,
"who the hell's she tryin' to kid,
she's no sex goddess,"
But trust me,
I am
if only for the fact that I have
the unabashed gall
to call
myself a SEX GODDESS,
I mean, after all,
it's what so many of us have at some point thought,
we've all had someone
who worshipped our filthy socks
and barked like a dog when we were near
giving us cause
to pause and think: You know, I may not look like much
but deep inside, I am a SEX GODDESS.


Only
we'd never come out and admit it publicly
well, you wouldn't admit it publicly
but I will

because I am


THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE.
I haven't always been
a SEX GODDESS
I used to be just a mere mortal woman
but I grew tired of sexuality being repressed
then manifest
in late night 900 number ads
where 3 bodacious bimbettes
heave cleavage into the camera's winking lens and sigh:


"Big Girls oooh, Bad Girls oooh, Blonde Girls oooh,
you know what to do, call 1-900-UNMITIGATED BIMBO ooooh."
Yeah
I got fed up with the oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I got fed up with it all
so I put on my combat boots
and hit the road with my bag full of SEX TOYS
that were a vital part of my SEX GODDESS image
even though I would never actually use
my SEX TOYS
'cause my being a SEX GODDESS
it isn't a SEXUAL thing
it's a POLITICAL thing


I don't actually have SEX, no
I'm too busy taking care of
important SEX GODDESS BUSINESS,
yeah,
I gotta go on The Charlie Rose Show
and MTV and become a parody
of myself and make
buckets full of money off my own inane brand
of self-righteous POP PSYCHOLOGY
because my pain is different
because I am a SEX GODDESS
and when I talk,
people listen
why ?


Because, you guessed it,
I AM THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE
and you're not.
by Maggie Estep


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As you can see it can be therapeutic to release your emotion. So with all that emotion you have built up inside of you let it out. You only hurting yourself by not letting it out. I live by a simple motto, "You aint happy, until you are happy". So live happy and the rest will take care itself.

I'm just saying!