Here is a glimpse into Teen Poetry Slam 2013 at a preliminary bout in San Francisco at Mama Art Cafe on Saturday afternoon. Shout out to every poet who left their heart on the stage. Our deepest gratitude to every parent, mentor, guardian, friend and loved one who made this process possible. Go to www.youthspeaks.org for a full schedule of Teen Poetry Slam 2013 and be sure to check out our Semi-Final bouts and Grand Slam Finals! Follow us on Instagram at instagram.com/youthspeaks.

Teen Poetry Slam 2013 kicks off TODAY with preliminary bouts in San Francisco (5+7PM) at 826 Valencia and in Berkeley (7PM) at Subterranean Arthouse. Visit Youth Speaks for a full schedule and come out to support the Bay Area’s brave and brilliant young poets! 

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"It’s easier to love myself in metaphor than fact
I know when the slam is over
when I am alone
staring at self naked in mirror
I still will not be able to say I love you to the reflection
for now I am a love poem being written
calluses scrawling into valentines
laugh lines mouthing “I love yous”
a work in progress”

— Jade Cho, Oakland

Register for Teen Poetry Slam 2013 TODAY at http://youthspeaksslam13.eventbrite.com/ and share your story — the world is waiting to hear you.

Every year, Youth Speaks gathers our communities together to celebrate the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  We cipher to make sense of the dream we are weaving together.  We talk story to draw from the depths of this river the truths we need to fortify ourselves on this ongoing journey.  We celebrate and sorrow together.  We comfort each other.  We rededicate ourselves to the upward climb.

This dream we are weaving together is more than slender promises.  It is more than fanciful imagery.  It is more than stentorian voices placed, picture perfect, before monuments.  It cannot be well-polished platitudes, the fine silver and good china that we bring out before polite company.  If it is, we are as good as dead already.

We need to talk about this dream we are weaving together—how it is frayed at the edges.  How it is ribbed with scarlet.  How it leaves stains on our fingers.  We must talk about this river—how it is flecked with blood.  How it keeps catching bodies.  How its mouth is full of the dead.

Brethren, sistren—it must be said.  NO GUNS.  It must be cried out in the streets that we are willing to turn our swords into ploughshares.  It must be hollered from the rooftops that we are down to fashion our nines into scythes.  It must be announced that we are willing to lay down our weapons first.  Even the OGs who keep watch over our blocks keep their guns on safety, praying that they never have to bust a shot.  

Brethren, sistren—this is not about the right to bear arms.  This is not about the 2nd amendment or the National Rifle Association.  This is not about waistbands, dresser drawers, glove compartments or the pieces that are tucked in them.  This is about our love affair with the rhetoric of bloodshed.  This is about how we have grown up waving our hands in the air in the mimicry of gunshot.  This is about how our speech and walk and tough talk are seasoned with the language of fallen bodies.  This is about dismantling a culture of violence.  This is about our survival.

We are not here to argue about the value of deterrents.  We are not here to squabble amongst ourselves about the wisdom of self-defense tactics.  We are not here to disqualify anyone.  We are here to admit guilt.  We are here to empty ourselves of mental clip and spiritual strap.  We are here to demilitarize our intellects.  We are here to wail.  The burden of the bodies on our backs smothers our potential wings.  We cannot bust a gat right now—we are carrying caskets.

This is for Sandy Hook and the South Side of Chicago.  This is for Syria and East Oakland.  This is for Sunnydale and Sudan.  This is for the body you carry in secret, the violence we hide from view.  This is for the mourning you do in private.  This is for you—the part you cannot name.  The part of you labeled madman.  The piece of you called insane; the section of your self that is a school, riddled with bullets.  

We are here together, victim and aggressor united in uneasy bodies.  We have been called criminal, madmen, insane, marked for death. And we have been called victim, mark, target, easy prey.  We have been called too brown, too woman, too other, too foreign, too much a physical reminder of a legacy of blood.  We know the grip of the handle and the whistle of the flying bullet.  We are both sides of the police tape.

There is someone, somewhere, tonight, that you have not made peace with.  There is a small space that is hidden from public view, where you must dismantle your pride.  There is an interaction that no one can name, but wherein you must divest yourself of your unfair advantage.  There is a vengeance you have sworn that you must lay down to rest.  

We will argue until the end of days about who is the worst, the most unfit, the oppressor.  But love is not the inheritance of such as these.  It is those who are willing, first, to lay down their weapons that will make the streetlamps bend and bow, make the empire crumble and weep. 

Denizen Kane

Building off of the success of Youth Speaks in-school and after-school workshops, assemblies, open mic’s and the Teen Poetry Slam, the District Poetry Slam is an exciting opportunity for high school’s students to perform, dialogue, and speak their minds with high school youth throughout the district and the entire Bay Area.

The event is a team slam, with each participating school having a team of 4-6 poets. The District Slam event is open to schools beyond San Francisco and Oakland: schools from across the East Bay, North Bay, and Peninsula are invited to send a team to the Greater Bay Slam preliminary bout! Spots are limited, and priority is given to schools with Youth Speaks residencies and/or SLAM clubs.

We are currently looking for judges, sign up now! :: http://www.signupgenius.com/go/4090C4DA9AB2BAB9-beajudge