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sky, sing and dands -- dance and run and shout all at the same time. he makes me feel nothing but pure ecstasy whether he -- i think about him kissing melt he makes me want to find a cure for cancer and every question an answer. i will always be with him to the very end but him and me were a different kind of friends, you see, him and me, theres this magnetic pool tonight -- attraction between us. if i knew he was here tonight id turn on my red light and probably have stage fright. but...

that cab. thank you. >> hi, my name is daniel and the first poem im going to read is shadows. ♪ im a shadow that moves away from night falls. im a shadow that makes other shadows rise. im a shadow that sprints, walks, and plays. some shadows are huge and mountains and others are tiny snails. some are old and others young. the sun generates our society. shadow gives a shade of dark to everything. shadows are your reflection on the ground. we are all in one society of shadows. we are a...

get a bought fble water and start dranking -- drinking the i see the cops again so i break to fleefment poems are made to flee. poems are diaries. poems are made to go hard or go home. poems are made to influence. poems are made to touch lives. poems catch lives. poems are alive. >> all right. my poem is called let me tell you where ive been. let me tell you where ive been. ive been places you couldnt imagine. places you think i couldnt been -- have been the places you thought you saw ...

>> all right. my poem is called let me tell you where ive been. let me tell you where ive been. ive been places you couldnt imagine. places you think i couldnt been -- have been the places you thought you saw me but thats not where i was. places here and there, places you hear about on the news or on the air. ive been there. even if it was yesterdays tomorrow ive been there. all i go to -- do is go to school and straight home. guess i havent been anywhere. everything changes one day. s...

mothers carry poisons in their breasts. she accepted the 2004 environmental prize. we are not expendable. we are not flowers offered at the profit and power. we are dancing flames commitmented to darkness and the magic and mystery of life. women have long been slain at the environmental health and justice, from rachel to louis and the family of love canal. to the women of india and around the world fighting to clean up dangerously contaminated community. today more women have more powe...

ice cream cone. these are all my names. i savor these words on the tip of my tongue. a book of lives lived in my right hand. i caught your pen in the other. all the rivers flower into the sea. thank you. [cheers and applause] >> next up is -- next up is marcela ortiz. >> ok. this is the first time im reading in front of people. ok. all right. this is a poem to my mom. youre nothing but a group of coffee klatching women. 19 years and the only image that i can think of what i hearl my mo...

all the rivers flower into the sea. thank you. [cheers and applause] >> next up is -- next up is marcela ortiz. >> ok. this is the first time im reading in front of people. ok. all right. this is a poem to my mom. youre nothing but a group of coffee klatching women. 19 years and the only image that i can think of what i hearl my mothers voice is rosie the riveter with her hand balled up in a fist and her hand underneath her face. coffee klatching women? a bunch of old grandmothers who ...

>> ok. the average american dream and dreamer built dreams on shatorde hopes and left off on their own spaceships of life. but the average american laws are in a state of corruption. man is allowed to work -- to go to war and kill other. at age 18 but a man cant buy a drink until age 21. i mean the government has money to pay for wars but not to feed the poor. politicians say more taxes will solve everything -- everything the politicians say vote for me and ill set you free. but then, ...

city grids, the last bite of an ice cream cone. these are all my names. i savor these words on the tip of my tongue. a book of lives lived in my right hand. i caught your pen in the other. all the rivers flower into the sea. thank you. [cheers and applause] >> next up is -- next up is marcela ortiz. >> ok. this is the first time im reading in front of people. ok. all right. this is a poem to my mom. youre nothing but a group of coffee klatching women. 19 years and the only image that i...

coffee klatching women? a bunch of old grandmothers who sit in sewing sirgles and talk about the best blueberry circles. we banned my mother from the kitchenen -- because of an incident where she had burnt water the the only person who cooked was my father. please keep your peace, mom. yes, my mother say woman but coffee klatching? the term was worse than nails on the chalk board. oh, yes, a coffee klatching woman who has raised three children and never taking shying from anyone. you s...