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Please vote for me to perform @ the Apollo Theater by tweeting or using any other social network with the #uwslam 

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Please vote for me to perform @ the Apollo Theater by tweeting or using any other social network with the #uwslam

To vote for me tweet and etc
I want to see Soré Agbaje at the finals #uwslam

*hashtag important!
I would love your support, thank you and spread the word

The re-education of a Nigerian-American flower child riding subways and writing poems about boys she’ll never love again, a misguided system, and what makes black-woman-child of God beautiful  #poet #iswearimnotcrazy #memories #love #happiness #growth #human #flawed #poetry #art #subways #religion #life

The re-education of a Nigerian-American flower child riding subways and writing poems about boys she’ll never love again, a misguided system, and what makes black-woman-child of God beautiful #poet #iswearimnotcrazy #memories #love #happiness #growth #human #flawed #poetry #art #subways #religion #life

For all of my followers that are poets or interested in poetry

For all my followers that are Poets/spoken word artist or just interested in it. There is a spoken word nationally acclaimed competition in NYC at the world renowned Apollo Theater

http://www.ticketmaster.com/URBAN-WORD-NYC-GRAND-SLAM-FINALS-tickets/artist/1540470

Clink the link to purchase your tickets now.

Here’s a sneak peek at what’s to come and the amazing talent you will get to see. Promo video-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZ6KjAN8wa0&feature=youtu.be

I don’t know why I picture you, perfect sun rise across sky

Like 2 full blushes spread across cheek

Perhaps Pandora got it wrong and hope is the worst disease of them all

I’ve spent 6 blue moons waiting for your love letters

I imagine what they might say

I know of all the things it won’t

It wont tell me of future.

Whether our children will only know of homes filled brim with heels

Without the heavy musk of all that is man

It won’t unlearn me of doors and hinges.

Unlearn me of trace fossil

I am the archeologist, hoping these footsteps will lead me to you

I might find grave

Or maybe you will be perfect sun rise across sky.

The tears momma whispers into her pillows

As if it is altar and she is prayer

I know mama prayed again tonight

Her mascara is sullied river running through my thread count

I can smell her ghost clinging to my wall.

It smells of warrior

I’ll go to mama’s altar tonight.

She is wailing wall

I am temple

Papa is the question mark making market of me

Blasphemy!- Sore Agbaje

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:) The power of legacy @ #nyupoly  #nelsonmandelatribute #show #poet #performance #growth #mynailsareratchet

:) The power of legacy @ #nyupoly #nelsonmandelatribute #show #poet #performance #growth #mynailsareratchet

I really believe so…but not just for a poet but for a revolution, for change. Too many people will rather keep quiet than speak up. Sometimes I wonder if we can ever have another Ghandi or another Martin Luther King or another Marcus Garvey or Malcolm X…it’s like people are too timid now, too comfortable with being politically correct. That’s why I love poetry because you don’t have to scream or shout or fuss or get angry. Poetry speaks for itself. It is the new revolution. #poet #poetry #spokenword #silence #suicide #revolution #change #poetics #politics #socialjustice #life #words #power

I really believe so…but not just for a poet but for a revolution, for change. Too many people will rather keep quiet than speak up. Sometimes I wonder if we can ever have another Ghandi or another Martin Luther King or another Marcus Garvey or Malcolm X…it’s like people are too timid now, too comfortable with being politically correct. That’s why I love poetry because you don’t have to scream or shout or fuss or get angry. Poetry speaks for itself. It is the new revolution. #poet #poetry #spokenword #silence #suicide #revolution #change #poetics #politics #socialjustice #life #words #power

Heal

Upon discovery of a bleed we tend to feel the pain

With time blood congeals then you are left with the bruised reminder

How much your fingers yearn to self-destruct

To unscab that memory and watch you bleed again

With Time bruises also heal

When your souls been broken, you will not see the bleed

It is an unknown perpetrator

You will not know why your body aches with nostalgia, why silence makes you restless, why your chest feels more hallow than it used to feel

Reminiscing on a time when your soul made you whole

But you soul does not do that anymore

Time does not heal souls

He only works on superficial things

What your eyes can see like skin

Upon discovery of a bleed we tend to feel the pain

Thing that never happened

We didn’t meet at a place I’m too ashamed to mention

We met somewhere socially acceptable

A place Nicholas Sparks could approve of

Side by side on a park bench

And he was listening to kind of music I like

Wearing the kind of clothes I like to see a man in

Being the kind of man I would undress for

Peel back the layers I’ve built as walls and just be naked

He wasn’t some goof I couldn’t stand

I wasn’t repulsed by the way he said…apples

I wasn’t repulsed by the way he said…Iloveyou and how I could never say it back

I think it is completely normal to be completely bothered by 3 words 

I didn’t let myself believe it was because he was the kind of man that wore socks in his sandals and not because I  thought I was the kind of woman to say I love you first

I didn’t hate the way he asked me for permission

The way he apologized when he wasn’t wrong

The way he showed me what a Bitch I could be

The way he could never understand that he was the villain in all of my poems

Not because he did anything

But because he did things like accent the e in text messages 

Not knowing I never got the e

Not knowing Androids and Iphones are not compatible

Not knowing that we were never compatible

I didn’t grow accustomed to him 

I never sent him letters every night

When I knew he was asleep just so I could be the first to make him smile

I wasn’t sad the day he realized he could do so much better

The day I realized that maybe I felt more things than repulsion

Maybe those flutters in my chest were less murmur than I thought

Maybe…just maybe they were butterflies

Maybe I felt suffocated because he never let me push him away 

I wasn’t trying to be the yarn, constantly extending myself just when he was close enough to catch me

Maybe I thought he would never stop trying 

It didn’t matter that he proved me right

That nothing last forever

Had me thinking that maybe he was different after all

He didn’t just one day stop trying while I was in the middle of sorting out my feelings

He didn’t  not tell me that he found some girl who wasn’t really as pretty as me…I mean is she really?

I didn’t find out on facebook that he was in a relationship with said girl

I didn’t cry

It’s not like he told me he loved me 2 days ago

I  mean it was spring

I had allergies

It’s not like I was finally able to love him back-Sore Agbaje

Draft (open to corrections, collabs, or responses)

I liked you something close to love
I didn’t know what love looked or felt like
I just knew it must feel something like the vibrating of your phone against your thigh as you waited 6 hours 23 minutes and 51 seconds for his reply
I just wasn’t sure if it was supposed to hurt this much
I liked you something close to love
I don’t have enough nerve endings to collect all of these emotions
My heart was not designed for this
But since I thought I liked you something close to love
I loved you like a cringe
Like a wait till its over
It’s supposed to feel this way
I loved you like a foreigner
Decided you were a language I’d just have to learn
Like patience
And waiting
And loving
I loved you like an absence note
Please excuse my father, he didn’t know to be a queen you must first be a little princess
I was never a princess
I always felt more Cinderella before the ball and right when she lost her glass slipper
I never felt the majic
I only knew of comfort in tears and I mistook that for the majic
So I loved him like tear drops
Like that leaky faucet you’ve had for years
That always goes drip drip
And you’ve become so accustomed to it it is now comfort
I loved you like family
Because they taught me the closest you are to a person the more it hurts
So when I loved you and it hurt
I told myself you were family
I let myself be a wanted ad
Because I wanted to be searched for
But forgot that first I would have to lose myself
I liked you something close enough to love
But I’m not sure how far this measuring tape reaches

Fathers be good to your daughters, daughters will love like you do

Fathers,
Your daughters will only seek the amount of respect you showed her. Your quality of love will be what she finds herself accepting, no matter how much she swore to herself that she deserves better.

Be careful the way in which you speak.
If not she’ll never think she’s queen enough for a king because she was never your little princess

Daughters,
There is redemption
Do not search too hard for it and stumble into his arms

Today I stared at the seemingly never ending asphalt as we stewed in the thickness of our silence

I wondered how many poems it would take till it didn’t hurt anymore

Fathers be careful how you love your daughters.
She will look for you in every man

Forgotten

I am not afraid of Death

I am afraid that one day Time will not remember me

That there will be a day when History will uncover my corpse but find nothing

I am afraid that the ground will one day muffle the sound of my existence

That I will be like flowers left in graveyards

Forgotten

Girl Education,global equal opportunity for girls

Must I pay the price for these hips and thighs?

Remember I am girl

I am girl

I am poster child and trophy wife

I am wet dreams and catcalls

I am beauty give me brain

Am I woman?

I am girl

I am educated

I am product of equal opportunity

I am hope

But she is girl

She is world wrapped in smiles like bubble wrap being popped

Cherries being popped…

She’s still girl

She is 12

She craves Caprisun crushes and Crayola kisses

She is married

She is no education

She is pigtails and Barbie doll dreaming

She is broke down and beaten

She is silenced                                     

She is act dumb and say yes

She is open thighs and silent cries

She is touched before training bras

She is child

She is baby bearing babies

She is statistic

Must she pay the price for her hips and thighs?

She’s just girl

Who will give her a chance?

Who will educate her?

Show her escape routes through books

That her mind is a tool that men can’t use

So men can’t break she

So men can’t break she

 

I wish I was an inanimate object

Unedited

I used to write love poems
The pure kind that never ended just continued
Love poems with happy endings
That was my fantasy about love because I didn’t know its reality
Maybe now I can write love poems about you
Maybe it will be the kind of love poem that doesn’t end
Just continues
A love poem with a happy ending
It seems I haven’t had the time or guts to make space for love poems in this heart
I fear heart disease
Loving someone so much it kills you
I haven’t had someone ever love me the happy way
I only know of love that drives you to tears
And I don’t want to cry so ill just avoid it
Avoid reasons to write a love poem so ill just avoid you
I’ll tell myself we are just friends and this is just what friends do
Because friends don’t confuse your heart into thinking they might love you enough to be a love poem
I used to write love poems
And sonnets about romance
But it all just seems too hollywood to me
To good to be true
Because nothing true is ever that good
I don’t like the idea of falling
Because there’s always a crash that accompanies it
I’ve been training my heart since I was aware of such things as butterflies floating up ones chest
My heart is now more brain than my brain
Until I learn what love is again I’d rather not try-Soré Agbaje

YPL slam final @ Lincoln Center