I asked this question via Facebook: Which one came first…the chicken or the egg? In this case, what came first…poetry or rapping?
You could feel the anticipation of her arrival building in the room as one by one, poets and comics and artist provided a welcoming energy for the night’s feature. We “ooh-ed”, snapped and “high five-d”, laughed, listened and gasped. Before you knew it, she was here. It had to have been about 11:15 p.m.
Should have posted this A LONG TIME AGO for all of my industry family, folk tryin’ to step into the industry and those beaten, dragged and tapped out by it. This poem really needs no explanation. Just read and I PROMISE you will relate at the end. See, Theres this bitch I know At First