After the feedback from my first slam poem about my mum, I have decided to write another.
I would like it to be performed before the initial poem because this one is going to be about myself, and my journey. Although the rap wont be sad, I would like it to be personal to me, raw and hitting. This way I hope everyone can enjoy it and relate it to there own personal experiences.
Here goes:
Let me break it down,
My names Alice Chattaway as most of you know and with a surname like that don’t think I’m laying low.
I speak my mind and I know where I stand, start pissing me off, calling me names, just bare in mind that I can do the same.
People seem to think that women should be silent, but I’m speaking up for this gender and I’m not getting violent,
I’m not using my hands, just speaking my mind. Lets all chill, just being cruel to be kind.
Feeling the frustrations of having so much to say, yet time after time it’s me who has to pay.
Just because I played with Barbie dolls don’t think I can fit into the moulds that society has given us today.
So next time you take notes of the fucks I give, ask yourself a question…
Is she really that aggressive?