Something to pass the time.
A pen and some paper,
And some words that rhymed.
First family and friends
Lent a supportive ear.
Then over 300 people
Gathered to hear.
Slam is the poetry
I choose to speak
Real life is the material
I use to teach.
Drugs, Depression,
Alcohol, and Sex
With a little religion
Who knows what I'll use next.
I don't need a degree
To teach this passion.
All I need is a mic
And a touch of conviction.
So throw out your pencils,
Take a seat, and listen.
Welcome to Poetry 101.
Class is in session.
Emily Martin
September 6, 2010
