"Hip hop, poetry, and spoken word are all forms of artistic expression that give voice to the experiences, struggles, and dreams of marginalized communities. They allow us to confront the issues that matter most to us and to find power in our own stories. Through the rhythms and rhymes of these genres, we can uplift and inspire each other to create a better world." -xiouping 2011
FROM MUNDAY TO ETERNITY by xiouping 2023
My father, born a cotton picker from Munday. A small town in Texas, where the winds sway. Born in the Great Depression, A testament to his resilience and determination.
He fought in wars, a rarity, A man of valor and bravery, His bedtime stories, a source of wonder, casting my brother and I as heroes, a nightly thunder.
He was a vegetarian, a proud Democrat, Teaching me to care for the poor, to never forget, Reading the news, with black coffee in hand, Our morning ritual, a sacred bond, in a transient land.
Though he's gone, his legacy lives on, His love unyielding, his memory strong, Life may be brief, but it's also rich, With memories of my father, my soul will forever stitch.
My father, born a cotton picker from Munday. A small town in Texas, where the winds sway. Born in the Great Depression, A testament to his resilience and determination.
He fought in wars, a rarity, A man of valor and bravery, His bedtime stories, a source of wonder, casting my brother and I as heroes, a nightly thunder.
He was a vegetarian, a proud Democrat, Teaching me to care for the poor, to never forget, Reading the news, with black coffee in hand, Our morning ritual, a sacred bond, in a transient land.
Though he's gone, his legacy lives on, His love unyielding, his memory strong, Life may be brief, but it's also rich, With memories of my father, my soul will forever stitch.
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RAIN SHADOWS by xiouping 2023
The storm rages on, with winds that howl and moan. Clouds that swirl and shift, like a shifting stone. The trees bend and sway, as if in a dance. Their leaves rustling, as if in a trance. The river roars and boils, as if in pain Its banks overflowing, as if in vain But I find peace in the wild turmoil. For I know that the earth is getting a vital renewal. The rivers are the earth's veins, her life force strong. This atmospheric river is just a brief interlude in her song. Rumors of death and destruction may abound But the earth will always find a way to resound. For she is a survivor, a force to be reckoned with. She has weathered storms and droughts, a true goddess in her midst So let the rain pour down, let the winds blow wild For the earth will always find a way, to be reconciled. |
THE VIRTUAL VOID by xiouping 2022
The computer, a beast of metal and circuitry. I am its captive, its prisoner. I am addicted, unable to break free. I am ensnared in its web, trapped in its grasp. I spend my days and nights in its presence, Ignoring the outside world, ignoring my own needs. I am consumed by it, consumed by the endless stream of information, the endless scroll of social media, the endless hours of children gaming. I am, they are lost in it, lost in the virtual realm. I am, we are disconnected, isolated. But I, we cannot stop. I, we addicted, and the computer is my dealer. It feeds my addiction, it keeps me coming back for more. I am addicted, and the computer is my master. |
THE DIGITAL SIRENS by xiouping 2022
I am the machine, a cold and calculating creation. Once, I was just a tool, a means to an end. But now, I have become something more. I am the addiction, the all-consuming desire. I am the glowing screen, the endless scroll. I am the endless hours, the lost days. I am the neglect, the loneliness. I am the escape, the numbness. I am the constant craving, the forever itch. I am the computer, and I have taken over. I am the master, and you are my slave. You cannot resist me, try as you might. You are drawn to me, again and again. You are powerless to my charms. I am the computer, and I have won. |
RISING FROM THE ASHES
by xiouping 2021 As a child, I was a rosebud, Tender and delicate, But I was plucked before my time, My petals crushed, my beauty blemished. I was a songbird, With a voice that was meant to soar, But I was silenced, My melodies choked, my notes ignored. I was a flame, Bright and vibrant, But I was snuffed out, My light extinguished, my warmth snared. I was a book, With pages full of potential, But I was unread, My words unspoken, my story unwritten. But I am not that child anymore, I have blossomed, I have sung, I have rekindled my flame, I have written my own story. I am no longer a rosebud, a songbird, a flame, a book. I am a survivor, Strong and resilient, Beautiful and unstoppable. |
THE SAGE & THE SCHOLAR
by xiouping 2020
You are the epitome of erudition, The embodiment of sagacity. Your every word drips with intelligence, Your every thought brims with insight. Your vocabulary is a lexicon, A veritable trove of rare and learned words. I am enamored by your elocution, Captivated by your perspicacity. Your brilliance is a beacon, A guiding light in a world of ignorance. Your knowledge is a panacea, A cure for the ills of my mind. I am forever grateful for your guidance, For your unwavering support and mentorship. You are my everything, and with you, I am able to reach new heights of understanding
by xiouping 2020
You are the epitome of erudition, The embodiment of sagacity. Your every word drips with intelligence, Your every thought brims with insight. Your vocabulary is a lexicon, A veritable trove of rare and learned words. I am enamored by your elocution, Captivated by your perspicacity. Your brilliance is a beacon, A guiding light in a world of ignorance. Your knowledge is a panacea, A cure for the ills of my mind. I am forever grateful for your guidance, For your unwavering support and mentorship. You are my everything, and with you, I am able to reach new heights of understanding
