40 Amazing Spoken-Word Performances You Need To Listen To

40 Amazing Spoken-Word Performances You Need To Listen To

The words you did not know you needed.
281
views

I've loved spoken-word poetry since the sleepover during my freshman year of high school when my friend showed me "Pretty" by Katie Makkai while we painted our nails light purple. Five years later, I watch Button Poetry religiously, and I even write and perform some of my own pieces. I specifically love watching pieces on topics of empowerment, resilience, and social activism. Here are a few of my absolute favorites.

1. "Pretty" by Katie Makkai


2. "Heels" by Imani Cezanne


3. "Black Boyfriend" by Dave Harris

4. "Not A Leader" by Muna Abdulahi


5. "Here" by Aman Batra


6. "9 Things I Would Like To Tell Every Teenage Girl" by Melissa Newman-Evans


7. "When The Fat Girl Gets Skinny" by Blythe Baird


8. "Abuela Disciplines Dominican Drake" by Noel Quiñones


9. "Ten Responses To The Phrase 'Man Up'" by Guante


10. "OCD" by Neil Hilborn

11. "Shrinking Women" by Lily Myers


14. "Dear Straight People" by Denice Frohman


15. "You Can't Have My Culture" by Kito Fortune & Aman Batra


16. "Relapse" by Blythe Baird


17. "Why We Dance" by Dave Harris

18. "21" by Patrick Roche


19. "10 Honest Thoughts On Being Loved By A Skinny Boy" by Rachel Wiley



20. "Like Totally Whatever" by Melissa Lozada-Oliva


21. "Friend Zone" by Dylan Garity


22. "Weighing My Worth" by Beck Cooper & Jim Dulin



23. "Art Major v. Derrick" by Cy Ferguson


24. "Fat Girl" by Megan Falley


25. "Explaining My Depression To My Mother" by Sabrina Benaim


26. "To The Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter" by Jesse Parent



27. "Skirt Steak Girls" by Blythe Baird


28. "Mom" by Alyesha Wise & Aman Batra


29. "Word Choice" by Imani Cezanne


30. "Mother Loves Me" by Arvind Nandakumar


31. "I Don't Have An Anxiety Problem" by Aman Batra



32. "For Colored Girls (The Missy Elliot Poem)" by Ashlee Haze

33. "My Name" by Yesika Salgado & Aman Batra


34. "For Teenage Girls" by Clementine Von Radics


35. "Pocket-Sized Feminism" by Blythe Baird


36. "Shiv" by Rachel McKibbens


37. "Yet Another Rape Poem" by Blythe Baird


38. "Too Big" by Beck Cooper


39. "The Help" by Ashlee Haze


40. "Girl Code 101" by Blythe Baird

Cover Image Credit: YouTube

Popular Right Now

12 Signs You're Addicted To Grey's Anatomy

2671
views

Oh, "Grey’s Anatomy." We have been through so much together. Through the years, we have taken on bombs, shooters, plane crashes, and everything in between. You have loyally stood by me even when I hated you for killing off my favorite characters, or making Merideth and Derek break up. I know that some people may read this and call me crazy, but the real Grey’s fandom can relate. We are the most dedicated group of people you will ever find, almost to the point of insanity…or definitely to the point of insanity. Thinking of diagnosing yourself with Grey's-o-mania? If you meet these 12 criteria, time to strap on your surgical mask and scrub in because you are addicted.

Disclaimer: Spoilers ahead!

1. It has made you want to become a surgeon.

You are lying if all of the drama and medical lingo hasn’t made you consider changing your major at least once.

2. It has also made you NOT want to become a surgeon.

...but then there is all of the blood and the long hours.

3. You compare every guy you meet to Derek Shepherd.

The biggest mystery in all of "Grey’s" is how Meredith took so long to put a ring on that?! I mean, c’mon girl.

4. Hearing the names “Lexie” or “George” may result in an emotional breakdown.

These deaths left us with an open wound that even Mark Sloan’s sutures couldn’t repair.

5. You feel personally attacked every time a character is killed off.

Please refer to #4.

6. You feel like you could actually perform neurosurgery.

I have watched Derek clip so many aneurisms, I could do it in my sleep. Hand me a scalpel and sign me up for a clinical trial, I am ready.

7. You even sat through the musical episode.

Owen Hunt singing around the OR? A little too awkward for most people.

8. Your iTunes library is filled with songs from the show.

“How To Save a Life” by The Fray brings on all kinds of new feels now.

9. The new interns have to prove themselves to you.

Every couple of seasons, they decide to throw us a new crop of interns. This fandom is just as tough as Dr. Bailey when we decide whether these characters have what it takes for "Grey’s Anatomy" though.

10. When a friend is sick, your first thought is to start chest compressions.

After 11 seasons, I am fully prepared for all medical situations. Push one of Epi! We need a crash cart!

11. You have an immediate bond with anyone who says they watch the show.

…Did we just become best friends?

12. You frequently ask yourself “what would Christina Yang do?”

No major decision should EVER be made without asking this first. Of all of the people who have left "Grey’s," her absence is the most strongly felt. No one can replace Christina Yang.

Cover Image Credit: www.eonline.com

Related Content

Connect with a generation
of new voices.

We are students, thinkers, influencers, and communities sharing our ideas with the world. Join our platform to create and discover content that actually matters to you.

Learn more Start Creating

The Breath of Solitude

A Poem With A Prologue // Polar Viewpoints.

mccall
mccall
259
views

Prologue:


She smacks your parted lips,

sucking the dry,

open cracks to a seal.

Pumping energy into your chest

and sending a continuous shiver

from lung to navel.


You can't help but cough,

as your lungs tighten and twist.

Ringing the frosty sensation out –

slipping through your parted lips.


The same parted lips that

allowed her deliberate fingers

to crawl inside

where she can escape her own dimension

of solitude.




The Breath of Solitude


All I know

is solitude.


We chat

every day

in conversations that circulate

behind the backs

of the present.


Solitude grinds my coffee beans,

as we sit

with our legs crossed,

waiting for dawn

to explode over our opaque landscape.


Solitude runs my bath,

bubbling

as the Sun crashes

against the diminishing horizon.


But none of this is reality.

I am above

the dimension of reality.

Not theoretically,

but physically.

I am only a tool

to be used in the dimension

of your reality.

Drifting in and out,

twirling through your negative space.

My only purpose

is found through your breath;

but what do I do

when you stop breathing?


I wait for your fingers,

less deliberate than mine,

but filled with that

that I lack.


I cannot see the blood

that sloshes through the veins

in your innocent hands.

The blood that energizes

those fingers

upon which I wait.


But I know

the blood is there.

It isn't

what you do.

It isn't

the way you move.

Simply put,

it is

the way

that you exist.


The sheer fact

that you have a bursting burgundy waterfall

streaming,

not only through your fingers,

but engulfing all of you

in its rich,

rooted,

energy.


The only waterfall

that I encompass

is the waterfall

that you imagine.

I have no blood;

I have no way to exist.


And so I

wait for your fingers,

less deliberate than mine,

but filled with that

that I lack.


I wait for your fingers

to filter the heat

to a state of regulation,

a state of production,

a state in which I can exist.

The peach fuzz

that sleeps on the bridge of your nose

begins to rise

when your fingers initiate the flame.

The temperature reacts,

as would my heartbeat,

if I had a bursting burgundy waterfall,

or some type of life source

inhabiting my chest cavity.


As the heat

starts to melt

my metaphorical skin,

I become reality.

I don't have a face to smile,

or eyes to produce tears.

But I have thoughts.

I have words to say,

I have feelings to express.


I still can only drift,

in and out,

twirling through your negative space,

but now spiraling

into your positive space,

as well.


mccall
mccall

Related Content

Facebook Comments