2023 AIHEC Student Conference Poetry Slam
In case you missed it at the student conference, check out the final three rounds of this year’s poetry slam, only at TCJStudent.org.
In case you missed it at the student conference, check out the final three rounds of this year’s poetry slam, only at TCJStudent.org.
“It makes its way to creator. My hope is made of tobacco smoke. Sometimes there. Sometimes not. A sweet scent on the breeze…”
“Dałaa naki táági dįį’i asdLa’i’ gostan goats’igi tsebii when jesus visited bid’e’yu, did he wear moccasins?”
“Remember who we are re-call our names, our words, our language. Remember …”
“Have you ever noticed the way your fingers fidget between lined journal paper, and do you know about the glow you radiate, before you perform a piece?”
“Roll out and flatten it quite well! And throw it to the frying death. Self-maintaining Manifest Destiny. Lip-smacking Indian delight. Suffocate us with your trauma. Give us our daily simple carbs…”
Tie a piece of yarn around the top to hold together such sacred trinity. fingers lovingly embrace each strand, weave them meticulously together, dark and light shades of green shimmering in the sunlight surrender softly to the next which is …
no matter how fast you go… poetry becomes the long desolate highway that has no end in sight no matter how comfy you are… poetry becomes the uncomfortable feeling in your chair no matter how long you snooze… poetry becomes …
femininity cinching the hips woven wide wrapping our waists round and round thick-weave wool red, green and black, braided Grandma said if you can breathe, it’s not tight enough for want of child birthing curves to flare and baby feeding …