fuck em'
last night
i went to the nuyorican poetry cafe
i went
i slammed
got 3rd
but had more than shlew of people come up to me saying "you should have won"
even the kid who got first, and girl who got 2nd, actualy even 4th and 5th were saying "no, i think you took it, especially with that last one"
i had more people come up to me than ever before
one of the poets was telling me "you had stage presence, humor, politics, you just had it all."
or my favorite "you really can deliver your message."
now that to me
means alot
because a poem is really just a message
and poets are the messengers
so to me
that was dope
having all those people say so many nice things about me, make me go home to write 3 more poems
but you know what?
i was fucking pissed
because my roomates, the people on my floor were telling me for the past week "we're going to be there! we're all going!"
i had people ask me every day "yo, is it still friday? i'm clearing my schedual for this."
come friday
come friday
they bail
everybody
even the guy down the dorm who at 6:15 when he came in to ask what time we were leaving, when my roomates said "no, we aren't going"
he said "that's so lame. i'm going."
who at 7:30 came in through my door and told me "yo, your roomates suck for not going and abandoning you like that after they said they would go"
then at 8:15 when i knocked on his door with the girl next door who said the same thing to go
they tell me "yo, i dont think we're going."
and do you want to know why?
first they tell me "i've got too much homework to do."
LIE
its a friday night
you have the whole fucking weekend
secondly they say "no, i'm too tired to do anything tonight, i need a night in"
LIE
its a friday night in new york city
because when i came home at 2:30 AM after slamming
they STILL weren't back
they stroll in at about 3 or 4 in the morn after going to a fucking bar and the club down the street
the one that WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
the one that THEY ALWAYS GO TO
so fuck that
and then in the morning they have the nerve to tell me
"i feel bad about not going"
like fuck you do
cause if you had felt badly
you would have gone
don't tell me your poor when you have to spend a minimum of 15$ to sit down at a hookah bar when my slam was just $7
fuck that
don't tell me "i didn't think i was going"
when you know that that is what you do EVERY FRIDAY
better yet
EVERY SATURDAY
SUNDAY
sometimes monday, tuesday, wednesday
you always do the EXACT SAME THING
you never want to leave the 20 block radius from our house
stick to fucking Chelsea in manhattan
don't no one want to go to brooklyn
bronx or queens
everyone just wants to get drunk at any bar that will except their whack ass I.D's
so fuck that
don't come up to me in the morning saying
"yo...i'm sorry. i promise i'll make it to the next one."
that's what one of my roomates has told me THREE TIMES
thats what they always tell me
so honestly?
mother fuck them
i ain't inviting no body
to nothing
ain't washing their dishes that they bitch about
because before
if i left a single dish in the sink for the night they'd bitch
and now
that i wash every single one of my plates after i use them
these girls have the nerve to leave fried chicken in alfredo sauce sitting in water for THREE DAYS
don't tell me i'm messy when you don't even sweep
don't tell me i take too many naps when all ya'll do is try an go upstairs to make ur sad attempts to fuck the boys who have girlfriends
fuck that
don't tell me that going to union square gets repetitive when i only go twice a week to watch bboys, bgirls, hear latin vibes, watch the street performers
when you
GO TO THE SAME BARS AND CLUBS ALMOST EVERY FUCKING NIGHT
mother fuck that
i'm pissed
pissed pissed and more pissed
fuck my whole floor and even a little bit more
i'm not saying i'm better than them
i'm not saying that they are completely at fault
but don't fucking come up to me saying "hey, we're so excited to go!"
then an hour later say "no...i don't feel like it anymore."
fuck
can you just drink urself to death now?
*end angry angry angry angry rant*
i went to the nuyorican poetry cafe
i went
i slammed
got 3rd
but had more than shlew of people come up to me saying "you should have won"
even the kid who got first, and girl who got 2nd, actualy even 4th and 5th were saying "no, i think you took it, especially with that last one"
i had more people come up to me than ever before
one of the poets was telling me "you had stage presence, humor, politics, you just had it all."
or my favorite "you really can deliver your message."
now that to me
means alot
because a poem is really just a message
and poets are the messengers
so to me
that was dope
having all those people say so many nice things about me, make me go home to write 3 more poems
but you know what?
i was fucking pissed
because my roomates, the people on my floor were telling me for the past week "we're going to be there! we're all going!"
i had people ask me every day "yo, is it still friday? i'm clearing my schedual for this."
come friday
come friday
they bail
everybody
even the guy down the dorm who at 6:15 when he came in to ask what time we were leaving, when my roomates said "no, we aren't going"
he said "that's so lame. i'm going."
who at 7:30 came in through my door and told me "yo, your roomates suck for not going and abandoning you like that after they said they would go"
then at 8:15 when i knocked on his door with the girl next door who said the same thing to go
they tell me "yo, i dont think we're going."
and do you want to know why?
first they tell me "i've got too much homework to do."
LIE
its a friday night
you have the whole fucking weekend
secondly they say "no, i'm too tired to do anything tonight, i need a night in"
LIE
its a friday night in new york city
because when i came home at 2:30 AM after slamming
they STILL weren't back
they stroll in at about 3 or 4 in the morn after going to a fucking bar and the club down the street
the one that WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
the one that THEY ALWAYS GO TO
so fuck that
and then in the morning they have the nerve to tell me
"i feel bad about not going"
like fuck you do
cause if you had felt badly
you would have gone
don't tell me your poor when you have to spend a minimum of 15$ to sit down at a hookah bar when my slam was just $7
fuck that
don't tell me "i didn't think i was going"
when you know that that is what you do EVERY FRIDAY
better yet
EVERY SATURDAY
SUNDAY
sometimes monday, tuesday, wednesday
you always do the EXACT SAME THING
you never want to leave the 20 block radius from our house
stick to fucking Chelsea in manhattan
don't no one want to go to brooklyn
bronx or queens
everyone just wants to get drunk at any bar that will except their whack ass I.D's
so fuck that
don't come up to me in the morning saying
"yo...i'm sorry. i promise i'll make it to the next one."
that's what one of my roomates has told me THREE TIMES
thats what they always tell me
so honestly?
mother fuck them
i ain't inviting no body
to nothing
ain't washing their dishes that they bitch about
because before
if i left a single dish in the sink for the night they'd bitch
and now
that i wash every single one of my plates after i use them
these girls have the nerve to leave fried chicken in alfredo sauce sitting in water for THREE DAYS
don't tell me i'm messy when you don't even sweep
don't tell me i take too many naps when all ya'll do is try an go upstairs to make ur sad attempts to fuck the boys who have girlfriends
fuck that
don't tell me that going to union square gets repetitive when i only go twice a week to watch bboys, bgirls, hear latin vibes, watch the street performers
when you
GO TO THE SAME BARS AND CLUBS ALMOST EVERY FUCKING NIGHT
mother fuck that
i'm pissed
pissed pissed and more pissed
fuck my whole floor and even a little bit more
i'm not saying i'm better than them
i'm not saying that they are completely at fault
but don't fucking come up to me saying "hey, we're so excited to go!"
then an hour later say "no...i don't feel like it anymore."
fuck
can you just drink urself to death now?
*end angry angry angry angry rant*