Slam Poetry Open Mic: We All Fade Away

Everyone came respecting the artistry of spoken word. Surrounded by a well-groomed crowd of urban poets, he took the mic. A young man in a cool fedora, dark round Lennon-ish specs and a vest. And then he owed it. The passion and pain flowed without racial anger. We all felt it blanket our collective experience. The night continued on delivering contemporary interpretations of our losses, our missing, our impermanence. These kids moved the needle. 

I found an early recording of his. He's older now, more polished. Close your eyes and listen to the words... https://youtu.be/6S27ehaupfQ?t=56s