Jamie's Bio

"Birth of a Nation" (return to top)

It's the Birth of a Nation

A nation that's outlivin' all social and industrial expectation

Breakin' the mold that was planned for this generation

A nation far more complicated than procreation

Creation?

Creation's under dire straits of an encroaching infiltration

Ignited by a technological provocation

There ain't no time to be wastin' wastin'?

The corporate devils have already plotted their deadly impregnation on our nation

They're going to getcha, getcha

And I promise to you that 75 percent of us will fall victim, victim and let them, let them get the best of US

US as in the United States, the US of A

Hell no, it's more like US as in unsubscribe, unsubscribe to the corruptass ways of this fucked up system

No—you cannot purchase my soul with a complimentary special edition

I guarantee you that most will stay submissive permissive

Lettin' THEM brainwash our ignorant minds

Plotting our fatal demise

Sure, ignorance is bliss

There'll always be those feeble-minded mesmerized by the attractive illusions that they can't seem to resist

But there's some overlooked repercussion that can't be dismissed

Livin' in a fallacy

Well, step into reality

Cuz then your sheepish eyes will see

The blind life you are yet to lead

The foolish man you've come to be

The devil you are gonna meet

But, maybe your mentality is still intact, we've yet to see are there still signs of stability?

Or is it far beyond visibility?

But, I can't even feel you breathe

I guess your soul has took its leave

I'm sorry there's no more hope for you and all the wicked things you do

Another sheep among their herd

I'm sorry it was you they lured

Blending into the amorphous, shadowy silhouettes

Uttering some monotone universal dialect

Drained of all forms of intellect

Losin' consciousness at no regret

Your invaluable individuality has fallen subject to conformity your manhood they will circumcise

around you they will circumscribe

around you they will circumscribe

Swallowing you whole into a pond of lies, your soul they will desensitize

Cutting off all forms of communication

The conquering of your ignorant nation

From telephone lines to the song they play on your local radio station

For all you know the thing they'll make you do

All this torture just to bring anew

Perhaps they'll make you masturbate in order to ejaculate

So you could provide some little soldiers to donate

Makin' it possible for them to reproduce and procreate

More innocent lives to dominate

More baby minds to brainwash and subjugate

More future revolutionary warriors to terminate

Which means more lives to eradicate

So I am telling you now, look past the looming façade with your night vision,

False shadows have slain you with their piercing precision.

They have marked you as their designated targets of flaming derision

Do you believe in God now that the truths in the apocalyptic prophecies have arisen?

Sun up, sun down—look around at your material world and watch in the sidelines as your fate and destiny are being twirled

Around and around, scrunching up in sweaty palms and curled,

Still recognizing this as your reality being unfurled?

You see this paradigm became a paradox

This paradox has unraveled into Pandora's box, and, thus, the ills of the world were relinquished in forms of cocks and glaces and clocks,

Cocks and glocks and clocks

Cocks which have fertilized the eggs of my virgin sisters, then abandoning them, and leaving them behind permanent scars on their eyelids,

and burning memory blisters

As memories of sexual conquest and male domination, undesired penetration on the part of the female violation

Cocks and glocks and clocks, cocks and glocks and clocks from Pandora's box,

Glocks used to instill fear in my brothers as if hunting for game.

When in reality it is the beholder of the gun, the boys in blue, that needs to be tamed.

Cocks and glocks and clocks, cocks and glocks and clocks from Pandora's box, Clocks counting down the days of our lives, second by second, day by day, hour by hour ...

But me?

I'm flowing, flowing like the streams and Nile rivers and estuaries of sound.

Like oceans of sound secreting through mounds like whispers, careless whispers ...

and I am on cloud nine but someone just bursted my bubble so I'm back to ground zero.

But I won't let them get the best of me

Cuz I still have nine cat lives to lead

No, more than that because I am immortal

Travelin' through sound in my mystical portal I think in song and rhyme

Defyin' all means of normalcy and time

I'm painting lines through space

Lines that flow into infinity

Lines that are intangible

Lines that have no sound

Lines that float around

Lines that are not bound

Lines that have a beginning, but lack an end

Lines that puncture through space and do not bend

Lines that will transcend, transCEND, TRANSCEND

Lines that will never cease

This is the reality of how us angelic silhouettes

Became prostitutes for a pimp named America,

Where captives dwell behind barbed-wire in a systematic cage,

This is the land of the free, the home of the brave?

No, brothers and sisters, this is the land of the lost the home of the (American) slave.

Jamie's Bio (return to top)

Age: 17
From: San Francisco
Poem: Birth of a Nation

"I think that poetry is the voice of youth. It's a way to ventilate and share what you are thinking. I wrote lovey-dovey poems in sixth grade and sold them for 25 cents. When I was in high school it was a big, big learning experience in hatred that grew in a different way. Last year I heard about Youth Speaks and Poetic License. They inspired me and encouraged me to expand. We [the poets] feed off each other.

"I think most of my poems do not apply to the universal. I think it is important to not lose the individual voice because it is the most important and even more impassioned. My message to adults is don't let the media brainwash and manipulate you, stand your ground and don't jump on the bandwagon. Give yourself room for ventilation.

"I am influenced by everything around me. I can write about a Cup-o-Noodles. I'm not the only one that feels the same way, and I can inspire people. They come up to me and say what I do is good.

"My message to youth is don't be a sheep—don't follow the leader, be a leader.

"I volunteer at La Peña Cultural Center. They do everything—Latin-American events, hip-hop, spoken word. I work a lot to save for college. I am moving to NYC and studying sociology and social work at NYU. I want to give back to the community, to the disadvantaged. I am really into hip-hop and reggae and go to lots of concerts.

"Doing spoken word performances does have a certain impact in that you make connections everywhere. It is funny how you hear about us. The media lab created poetry animation we had to read at a radio show. People now know who you are, an inspiring voice, but a lot of what I have to say is community stuff.

"People like to lump hip-hop, rap and spoken word together, but they really are different things. Parents see videos on MTV selling music with sex. But the underground artists don't have videos and publicity, and people don't understand that it is not all about sex and drugs, but about keeping it real, about struggling. Parents associate all of it with rap images, but hip-hop is good."