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School’s Bustin’ and They’re Rhymin’

By Jessica Schantz

Deuteronomy 8:3 Café, Books and Music, located on East 105th just north of Rockefeller Park in Cleveland's historic Glenville neighborhood, recently hosted the second round of the Youth Poetry Slam sponsored by Catalyst Cleveland. Catalyst Cleveland is a grass-roots publication devoted to creating a forum for discussing the state of the Cleveland Public Schools.

Slam participants were encouraged to share poems that expressed their frustration towards the current Cleveland School’s administration's fiscal treatment of their schools, and the subsequent decline of the quality of their education.

Despite a near-blizzard and polar temperatures outside, about forty people crowded into Deuteronomy's small seating area, including WCPN radio personality Dee Perry, who attended to see a young poet she interviewed last April on her program, Around Noon. Daniel Gray-Kontar, a former National Poetry Slam winner, and Charlise L. Lyles—both from Catalyst Cleveland—kicked off the event by welcoming the students and sharing their own feelings about the relevance of the written word in initiating social change.

Michael Salinger, current head of the Cleveland Classic Poetry Slam and a fixture in the local and national performance poetry scene, served as MC. Salinger kicked off the event by performing his poem Neon, which begins:

A poem is a 1957 Greyhound bus
Front tires balloon push wedged against the curb
Diesel idle vibrating the rear view mirror
So that the images blur
Pneumatically opening the door to individual interpretation


With high-voltage enthusiasm, Salinger gesticulated wildly, belting out his tribute to poetry, and rallying a momentum amongst the crowd. The small room buzzed as seven high school students from the greater Cleveland area waited for their chance to take the stage. Four judges were selected at random to assign scores on a ten-point scale, and as the night progressed the list of seven narrowed to three finalists.

The last finalist was by far the most well-versed and seasoned poet. Gary, who goes by Akhenaton when he writes and recites poetry, is a senior at JFK High School. Akhenaton showed incredible sophistication in his diction, understanding of figurative language, choice of subject matter, and use of allusion. His moniker is itself a reference to Egyptian history. (Akhenaton was pharaoh in the 12th century BC. Married to Nefertiti, he is accredited with inspiring a golden age of artistic freedom, and for defrocking the priestly order of the age.)

Akhenaton will graduate this June and plans to begin college at Tri-C, then transfer to Wilberforce University to study business management and music theory. Akhenaton wants to attend Tri-C first because he feels that his high school education has not adequately prepared him for the academic rigor of college, a disappointment he addresses in his poem "What They Taught Me," which is featured in this edition of Hotel Bruce.
Though he admits he experiences anxiety when performing, Akhenaton has no reason to fear the stage. If the reception he received at Deuteronomy 8:3 is any indication, there is a place for him in Cleveland's flourishing performance poetry scene

What They Taught Me
By Akhenaton (A.K.A. Gary Goode)

Brotha’s and sista’s
The observed and the listeners
Put on ya book bags and jackets and mittens
I’m finna take you to class.

Now b4 the session starts
I’d like to ask

How’s all my sons and daughters
of indentured servants doin’ tonight?
Servants?
I must got it all wrong
(not too many are responding correctly).
Ya’ll don’t know y’all history?
At least, that’s what they told me or taught me.

Caught me (slippin') bought me and brought me
to America

Threw me behind a desk and
shoved immaculate conception down my throat
Malcolm and Martin are the only ancestors
I remember, next February, I’ll hear
the same “by any means necessary” or
“I have a dream” that never came true

And if I hear or see another “Roots” movie
I’ma scream!

So loud that Heru’s older brother will hear me
then the teachers will probably feel me …
Like maybe y’all readin’ the wrong chapter
In science ain’t no life after
Death

Ya heart stops
then rigor mortis

     At least that’s what they taught me
     According to chapter 4 Biology
     Blessed to have freedom ringin’
     Free speakin’ cuz my mans
     Abe Lincoln
     or at least, that’s what they taught me
     Breathin’ just cuz of Jesus
     Greek named
     God Latin dialect
     Math
     E=MC to the second power
     A+b x 2 = C

          English
     Subject predicates
     Nouns                         verbs
                                        System overload! System overload!
                         System overload!

And dammit, when I graduate
I ain’t gon’ think twice
About it but I’ma remember
What they taught me…

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