Poison.
We were never meant
To swallow it,
And yet the world
Tries to tell us
To do so,
Insists upon it.
You aren't
Capable of being
Happy without
Buying stuff.
Spit it out.
Being angry isn't ok.
Spit it out.
You aren't worthy
Of love
Of a decent wage
Of health care
Of clean water
Or food.
Spit it out.
It's all bull@#$%.
I don't care if
Your parents bought
Into the system
And even your
Teacher's who looked
At the color
Of your skin
And projected
Onto you
Every negative
Stereotype that
Went with it.
Whatever they thought
Of you
Whatever they told you…
Spit it out.
Your anger is
The fuel of action.
Your feelings
Are power
And with it
You can create
Change,
And poetry
Or art
Or music…
Listen to your body
And move.
Spit it out.
Rap it out.
Slam it out.
Draw it out.
Drum it out.
Tag it out.
Just don't swallow it,
Or take it
Without using it
To rage against
The liars
In your head
In your home
In your school
Don't believe them
Believe in yourself
Believe in
Spitting it out.
‘Cause even if
no one else
Believes in you,
Yourself included,
Know that I do,
And so do the Slammers
And the Rappers
And the Artists
Of the streets,
We are waiting
For you to
Spit it out.
