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Because Paesano’s is where I can reclaim my self esteem, leaving insecurities and life’s harsh realities behind me.So to hell with whoever fees otherwise, because everybody is brave in a crowd, and there’s not a person in the place who can write like me.It’s my one constant passion, the talent God gave me.In the back, behind the badly positioned stage, and behind an area that has couches and no real purpose, is what is considered the “VIP” room. When I perform, I have a quick pace with a complicated, multi-syllabic rhyme scheme, heavy on alliteration and word play.
In all actuality, it’s just a sitting room dimly lit by cheap, low wattage red bulbs. But the problem is, I don’t know if these people will. I touch on subjects that aren’t common for the poets that take the stage here, subjects that are near to my heart, that I have to confront every day that they just don’t. All of which are reasons I don’t consider what I do spoken word poetry. In fact, in the piece I’m doing tonight, I label my style “spoken word with a rap swagger.” I walk outside and pace in the cold night air, mumbling my piece over and over to myself.
I’ll call you in whatever order I want, so stay close to the stage. We’re dismissed, and he goes out to take the stage. He stands maybe five foot eight to five foot ten, with extremely light brown skin and wild hair that is normally braided, or at least should be.
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