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MC Side

MY EMCEE (MC) SIDE

Birth of an Emcee

My first love for hip-hop was Emceeing. I enjoyed writing poems and prose in school about nature and personal things. But, I was a 10 years old kid with cable TV. MTV was one of the most watched channels in my house.  While I enjoyed watching Brit-pop and Heavy Metal, it was Hip-Hop that grabbed my attention.  I found vocalist who did not sing but spoke in rhymes. I thought it was the greatest thing!

I started changing my poems into rap lyrics to be more involved in the Hip-hop culture.  I started making tapes and doing shows at 13 years old under the moniker, RES or Resolution.  I would be involved with several rap groups and bands over the next 25 years.  Most of these groups became local acts in different counties like Mr. Know-It-All and The Essence Of from Washington State.

I was mainly influenced by East Coast style due to their lyrical content but Emcees on the West Coast and South started getting more of my attention as I got older.  Emcees (Rappers) would be blunt, offensive, passionate, and articulate. I wanted to be in that position in music and life.

Poetry Slam

By 2000, there was a shift in performance art. Poetry Slam started to emerge nationally. Poetry slams were used to eliminate the boredom of poetry recital and create an interactive show. Local coffee shops and performance stages became hosting areas.

Poets would bring their poems to either read them out loud or perform them to an audience that would judge their performance. Poetry Organizations started holding poetry slams nationally with cash prizes. These slams were used to provide open mic shows.

Now, Rappers and street poets started leaving the street corners to participate in coffee shops.  They knew their style of poetry would resonate with other poets and the audience.  Poetry slams and Def Poetry Slam started a new chapter in Hip-hop.  Poetry was embraced as urban.

Emcee to Poet/Spoken Word Artist

My first poetry appearance was in 2002 at the Anywhere Cafe in Stockton.  The show was called the H2O poetry slam. It was run by a couple from Oakland and held weekly. I would become a regular attendee performing my rap lyrics for 3 years.  Then I started rewriting my rhymes into poetry forms and performing them with different emotions and without music.

Now, I have gone onto perform rhymes in bars and stages and poems in front of cafe patrons.  So I created this full circle of my Emcee side. I evolved from a poet to an Emcee when I was young, but now, I have returned to my roots.

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Andromeda’s kiss (Day 26)

Tilt my head up
the starry sky cuff my chin
The full moon lunars
Oceanic breezes sail across my face
Taste the tsunami
As we draw closer,
planets begin to align
our lips touch
Sparkling comets flare
Supernova explode in nebulas nearby
Big bang theory is remarkable
Then I open my eye
Watch your constellations in the sky

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Game of Fetch

Scrap of metal is flung from one side.

Shadowy figure fly fast to recover it

Land on the thrower’s forearm.

“Well done, Laserbeak.”

Megatron was pleased

Grabs the Autobot arm

Fling it out to a new location

A mound of dead cypertronian bodies.

Today was a good day.

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Who’s that (Day 21)

Walk down the hall,
voices call for my attention
Fellow the sound of the voices to a corner.
startled by a mirror
Surrounded. Framed pictures of me on shelves.
All eyes on me.

“Well, I’ll be damn!”
“So, this is who I am”
said simultaneously
I smile
Take out my cellphone
Snap a selfie with my selfies
walk out the door to start my day

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Chicken on the carousel (Day 19)

Sun brighten
A chicken spins around on a carousel
with unquestionable joy.
Round and round it goes.
heat radiate over its skin.
It spins near vegetable patch and rice field.

In a window from a distance,
Someone look out. Intrigued.
they survey the area.
Chicken doesn’t know what to do.
Just sits back and enjoys the ride.

Ding.
Microwave chimes.
open the door.
pull out the TV dinner.
Stir together the chicken, rice and vegetables. Punch in 2 more minutes.
This will be the final ride.

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Change in Scenery (day 12)

I moved from Stockton to Sacramento. I have been living in a 4 bedroom house in south Sacramento for 2 1/2 years. I rented a child size room with 2 windows. The house had several problems. It was definitely a project home. It was not welcoming. People could see that I was unhappy with my living situation but, I maintain and kept myself busy doing open mics and going to work. Then one day, my friend knew a gentleman who had a room to rent. I checked it out and liked one Few days later, he gave me an offer and I accept it. I was excited but skeptical.

All the drama in downtown Sacramento continued and I did not want to be caught in that. Yet, I spend a lot of time downtown and know most of the area. So the opportunity was right. I have giving my rent check with deposit. Couple days later, I was downtown waiting for the start time of a poetry show. So, I went to the new apartment and sat relaxed. So relaxed, I almost missed the show. My soul needed this move and I am glad it happened.

Tree in dry ground wilts
Rain clouds come and rain soaks the soil
Moist soil happy tree.