Luv
Struggling with the Word Love in Slam Poetry
No one told me to say it right.
I would be frustrated with the community that bred me.
I made changes to the pronunciation.
Luv, love, lov…if I say it enough I just might…
Get it. You get it?
I was conditioned to the shit they fed me.
Not food to feed my body but to feed my mind.
If you thought I was an addition to the growing education.
You would be dead wrong. I was just a con.
Artist of the meaning and did not get it one bit.
I said it but my mind never got it by the head. No grip.
But when I said it the letters would drip…
Every letter drop on the invisible particles in the air like..
The rain would drip, I mean drop like on the roof top.
“Drip, Drop," Like the song from the show, Empire.
It was catchy but do you even know what it means?
This word is a production of us all but who are we?
Love? Lov? Luv?
It might be much more but that's between luv and me.
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