S.L.A.P.
Born Lakeya Eugenya Gardner in the if you can make it here you can make it anywhere city of Brooklyn, New York, Sum-Thyng like a poet is a public speaker, organizer, poet/spoken word performer, & an emcee; she has used her northern and southern roots to craft her own brand of creative expression. Sum-Thyng Like a Poet mostly goes by the acronym S.L.A.P. and it's fitting once you hear how powerful her presence and words hit
Since finding a passion for slam poetry, Slap has competed regionally and nationally for the last 4 years she has been a member of the Bull City Slam Team out of Durham, NC & Slam Charlotte also out of NC been a finalist for Nuyorican Slam team in 09 and a she is a member of the team that was known as Blood Is Cold they are out NY they performed at SoundBitesNYC hosted by Mo Browne and Jive
Since falling in love with the stage and microphone, Sum-Thyng Like a Poet has also used her talents and connections within the arts circuit to aid in developing the community and pushing for social change. She has worked as an organizer on such issues as social injustice, domestic violence and sexual assault; planned and facilitated for the Convent House in NY along with the aid of some of her peers they conducted creative writing and performance workshops to help young children learn that through the art of poetry they can release their fears and dreams and teach them that even when this cold world seems like it has turned its back on them and stop listening that through this art form all poetry if they speak someone will listen because they're not going through it alone.
Slap has had the pleasure to work with the City of Durham (2011,2010, 2008, and 2007 Durham’s Art Walk First place winner for the 2009 Bimbe Festival held in NC she as been part of the Aids /HIV Awareness program at NCCU and performed for the Obama Champion 08 in North Carolina Sum-Thyng like a Poet is also a cast member of Black Poetry Theater Founded and Co-founded by Church da Poet and Dasan Ahanu in Durham NC she has also done an Off Broadway Production Directed by Emit Thrower Called Ghettoery (Between the Bricks) and currently she is working with Greatness Productions owned by producer & Artist Stranga the Great who is like 5th on the charts overseas but in the main time you can catch her performing beside some of the best & well known poets in the world right here in the United States
 My Favorite Color I know what home feel like It has a welcome mat of depression Rain cloud eyes With heart that forgot the words to my redemption song
I’ve lost myself again Pondering around in my head trying to find a thought out of darkness But I’m content feeling like I been buried alive So I’m trapped here for a while
Life gets fucking heavy I’m a 31 year old that doesn’t have shit to show for the years I’ve been a live Other than I got a heart that still beats & don’t get me wrong I’m thankful for breathing It’s just sometimes on some days My life feels like a shell in a box I’m buried like treasure In a hole 4 ft deep 8 feet long 3 feet wide A typical grave of life shouldn’t be so fucking hard
My example is I’ve lost more jobs than some people had their whole life I got a sick aunt that believes in god Not enough for the both of us However she still prays for me like she ain’t teach me how to pray for myself Guess she figured I gave up on footprints being beside me & my fears are too heavy to carry I think she thinks I question God Like he be accusing me for being the error in his design
You want to know what being a Mutant Girl feel like It feels like black Emptiness Loneliness Like misplace got my name tatted across its lungs It’s screaming for me and it feels like pain
It feels a lot like red Like Quit Stop Can’t it feels like suicidal thoughts when you think ain’t shit to stay alive for in other words passion feels like I should just go kill myself
It feels like blue Like cry Like Cry Like Cry Like there’s nothing wrong with fucking crying I repeat this because tears loop in my eyes every night See there’s nothing wrong with fucking crying I keep repeating this There’s nothing wrong with fucking crying There’s nothing wrong with fucking crying
It’s feels like yellow Like I’m searching for sunshine Peace Happiness it feels like my soul is searching for something to beam about Because truth is my mouth smiles but my eyes are sad I know what it’s like to die on the inside
it feels like anything that’s not Brown Because I haven’t been grounded in while It feels like purple cause I’m always transforming it feels like Orange but then again it don’t but then it again it do but then again it don’t this is me being confused again a lot of times I feels like that
it feels like I should care less about caring lately it feels like my family tree got a few limbs bent & broken I know the roots are still there but the tree is dying Over fucked up actions &unspoken words
but all that is another poem on another day Because right now I’m just talking about Me I should have died the day I turned 25 The car wreck should have broke my neck Instead of just bruising my collar bone See I’ve been trying to recovery from the wreckage I’ve become for the last 11 years & every time it rains my bones aches I guess it’s their way of reminding me I’m still in a storm
I know that math didn’t add up But I’ve been a shipped wreck for little over a decade now Lost at sea where the change of the waves is the only thing That seems to be permanent & sometimes I don’t know how to fathom this And most days i am not here I’m a phantom Trying to look at life on the outside But I will never see the whole picture Because I’m a jig saw puzzle with a few missing pieces In other words I got holes in me that I can’t mend I’m just making you aware that I’m a fucked up kind of girl That will never again be any where near being human
You want to know what being a mutant girl feel like It feels like Green Like go Get gone Like Sky fire Why you still standing here listening to the wind When your dreams are still out there waiting for you to catch them It feels like I don’t know what my purpose is It feel like I don’t know how to Lazarus myself from this pain But how can I when lately all I know is what it feel like to be buried alive Life gets heavy sometimes
it feels like wanting to know how to be comfortable in your skin it feels like broken mirrors lt feels not like magic more like smoke in front of mirrors it feels like I can’t look myself in the mirror In fear of not being on familiar terms with my own eyes I told you I know what death feels like & I’m turning cold againI’m dying inside & I have to remind myself to live So sky fire breathe and do something with the spark of flame you still have in you
Understand what its like to be fire It isn’t easy but then again no one ever said it was But it feels like green Like go I repeat Go I repeat Go I repeat Go! Because your spaceship can find somewhere soft to land when you feel like living again
A Star said “I’m not here for u to get just here for you to see” And See most humans won’t understand what it feels like being Mutant So the question is Sky- Fire Do you know what it’s like to be fire in the sky? Some times ... It’s Fucking Overwhelming  |
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