Rodrick Minor

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This Tuesday at Le Bon Temps Bar & Grill, the 2014 Baton Rouge National Poetry Slam Team will be the main feature. The team will showcase their poems before traveling to Oakland, California to compete at NPS. I advised anyone if you’re a poetry fan and you’re in the surrounding area of Baton Rouge definitely come out for this one.

This Tuesday at Le Bon Temps Bar & Grill, the 2014 Baton Rouge National Poetry Slam Team will be the main feature. The team will showcase their poems before traveling to Oakland, California to compete at NPS. I advised anyone if you’re a poetry fan and you’re in the surrounding area of Baton Rouge definitely come out for this one.

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Freewrite. Hometown Hero.

My tongue is a duffle bag
Full of yes sir and no ma’am
I do not speak much
When I travel the big cities
Afraid that the Southern hospitality
In my grammar will crawl out
Into the light
And become the laughing stock

My home reads
Like a bad rap sheet
That I am not proud of

In Mississippi we are ranked
As number fifty in the nation
When it comes to illiteracy
Number fifty in the nation
When it comes to poverty
Number fifty in the nation
In education

But we are number one
When it comes to religion
We are the Bible Belt
Rich in prayer
Because it’s the most reliable thing
We can depend on here

I’ve seen men try to drown
Their demons into a pool of booze
Looking for Jesus in a shot glass
Swallowing like tomorrow
Could be the last day
For a good harvest here

I’ve known how racism
Can flirt like its innocent here
Tell Jesus hallelujah on Sunday
Crucify a man on an oak tree on Monday
And sell a town a lie of a suicide
With a smile and a handshake
Like there is new gospel in the air

I remember how education
Became a footrace
To escape from a town
That couldn’t promise you much
Maybe some good catfish
And moonshine
To wash down
Some of those blues
You get here

Some things I never could
Out run here
I once placed God
In my mouth
The first time
I was called a nigger
I wanted to replace
God with Nat Turner
But I just pretended
Like that day never existed

Home has always been
A tug-of-war
Pulling me back in
Towards the mockery
Of it all
I wonder if you ever known
What it’s like
To be a native
Of a place
That always come in last?

A place that
Never gave you
A head start
But you’re always reminded
Of the stereotypes
From the outside

You learn how
To run quick here
How to keep running
How to keep praying
How to make it out alive
From the bottom-feeder
And live
To tell about it

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This Tuesday. July 1st. It’s an instant classic poetry event, the annual Dispute Over The Boot: Eclectic Truth (Baton Rouge) vs. Slam New Orleans (Team SNO). You don’t want to miss this event. Two poetry teams with bragging rights on the line. $7 admission.8342 Perkins Rd. 7pm. Design by @drose225

This Tuesday. July 1st. It’s an instant classic poetry event, the annual Dispute Over The Boot: Eclectic Truth (Baton Rouge) vs. Slam New Orleans (Team SNO). You don’t want to miss this event. Two poetry teams with bragging rights on the line. $7 admission.8342 Perkins Rd. 7pm. Design by @drose225

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