I am the broom leaning aganist the wall the ladle full of piping hot soup i am the hands that launder the sagging breast suckled by many children...

Sweet scents of flowers crammed the air Atmosphere electrified with harmonious songs All sourced from the splendor of my field Where everything obeys my every command Yes my field, my abode Endowed wi...

Second Chance I’m tired of feeling this way, feeling so low and depressed suddenly good feeling turns bad Feeling sad and blue my emotions for you is so strong, it gives me fears Would I ever get a se...

This is a fantastic example of how Spoken Word poetry can come alive. Pls watch and enjoy...