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TEDx Talks
Published: 2017-09-13
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4pIC6PqgpU
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my body like withdrawal chamber so might feel by looking at the good night's sleep but once the only time I'm ever able to shoulder the weight of my family's history on my back is when I am light on my feet all see my hands they only resemble my grandfather's when they are rolled into a fist so I crumb to begin that she side deals to make
sure that the music stays warmer than the blood that dripped from my grandma was left to make sure that my family history stays just that if anybody knows anything about crime it's my mother crumb is the feeling she had in her stomach as a child watching her father whale on his own wife like it Jen Baker as if he ever had anything worth communicating we death
to be louder than those who try to silence us you cannot mobile so we pound out just like animals because the intercity Kate replied arms like antlers and call it getting block we did for the children who never had a shooting star to wish on so instead they took a gun to class we dance to give praise the whatever it is we believe in and I
believe I will never be anything like my grandfather is the only time I have my hand in a fist is the grab hold of the base and the trouble to make sure that I am higher than this to make sure that I am better than this so to anybody who claims krumping looks to violate you obviously don't know shit about fighting demons so tell the DJ
to drop the beat like a thirty four year sentence for domestic violence and I'll be more than happy to show you the poetry of my last name most days I am unaware that the sun finds home in my mouth a redwood in my spine the eye of a hurricane in my day I hoster what we thought feel like one my fear has already written my story
tells of doubts and isolation I impersonates Juan but am ruthless stampede park without words into the and for my family I only say their name once a week my title as the sun crumbling in my hand we are taught never to think too highly of ourselves so we must all are a theme I'm no doubt if a day and that's but both my posts lo I
am with him it's hunger and crucify felt a theme with barriers for friends the mountain I built up so no one can find me is where I lost my I think she will the distance myself from my triumph up to Philly worrying over small ripples in front of the water I booked off stage more focused on one drop line in my own victory over my stage
fright or the courage to share a piece of spirit they tell me I'm stronger than I think the words they can not overweight that weaves into bears loud and all the body parts they keep quiet I can power only one I can lessen any day review work week softly I can act Russophile but I can feel old soon my people lyric blow by me up one
of my past open wide my jaw and release them right that Dale fell of Clinton heat and heavy probes of myself don't defend amid left undisturbed for years but every time I complete a poem I wrote the island of doubts they don't sell you the power of water fragile lame to evolve easily it can turn to assault some fall you pull in don't pregnant I am
learning to see my triumph of mine as rain springs I dug turning river beds for tribes rain cycle three Benson who else can take credit but my storm well all of this glory this if my earthquake I rip apart the close to open the reaper let let them know speak let the art washed away the sediment no more wondering if I deserving it agrees the Indian
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