Andrea Gibson (slam poet)
"It's three a.m. The emergency room psychiatrist looks up with eyes paid to care and asks me if I see people who aren't really there. I say I see people, how the hell am I supposed to know if they're "really there" or not? He doesn't laugh, neither do I. The math's not on my side; ten stitches, one lie: I swear I wasn't trying to die, I just wanted to see what my pulse looked like from the inside..."
"I'm standing in an auditorium behind a microphone, reading a poem to 400 latino high school kids who live with the breath of the INS crawling up their mothers' backbones and I am frantically hiding my scars, because the last thing I want these kids to know is that I ever thought my lifewas too hard..."
"Right now our government is recording the test scores of black and latino fourth graders to see how many prison beds we'll need in the year 2018"
"Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren't there, it's that we ignore the ones who are; 'til we find ourselves scarred and ashamed; walking into emergency rooms at 3 a.m, flooding with pain we can neither name nor explain..."
"I'm standing in an auditorium behind a microphone, reading a poem to 400 latino high school kids who live with the breath of the INS crawling up their mothers' backbones and I am frantically hiding my scars, because the last thing I want these kids to know is that I ever thought my lifewas too hard..."
"Right now our government is recording the test scores of black and latino fourth graders to see how many prison beds we'll need in the year 2018"
"Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren't there, it's that we ignore the ones who are; 'til we find ourselves scarred and ashamed; walking into emergency rooms at 3 a.m, flooding with pain we can neither name nor explain..."