She’s a spoken word poetry artist who I first heard of in Physics last year when the class had some free time, and who has come up again this year in English. Sarah labels herself as:
“a New Yorker. a poetry writer and reader. a spoken word poetry teacher. the founder and co-director of Project V.O.I.C.E. with Phil Kaye. a witty banter enthusiast. a postcard lover. a documentary filmmaker. a foodie. a playwright. a singer. a songwriter. a photographer. a best-selling author of the book B. an editor for Write Bloody Publishing. a Gemini. a mediocre driver at best. a musical theater geek. a smoothie expert. the daughter of a Taoist mother and a Brooklynese father. a hapa. less cool than her little brother. an alum of the United Nations International School. an alum of Brown University. an alum of Brown University Graduate School’s Masters Program in the Art of Teaching Secondary English.”
She has been on Ted Talks and has co-founded Project Voice to inspire people to express themselves through spoken word poetry (in America). Her website is pretty nifty, I thought, and I like her style of poetry, which is very witty – full of word play. In English, we heard her “love letter from a toothbrush to a bicycle tire”, which is quite sweet and smart. So, because it is Singles Awareness Day (S.A.D., as labelled by the year 13s at my school), I thought I’d share!!!
In English this lesson, we were also required to try to write a piece of our own, which I am posting here, albeit that it is an (unfinished?) piece.
A Love Letter From The Peanut Butter To The Gherkin, Preceding A Lunch Date In The Cafe Of Lunch-Box.
(It was inspired by Sarah’s poem, mentioned above, and arguments I used to have with a friend, who remains loyal to peanut butter and gherkin sandwiches to this day (I’m the one who’d say eww :P). It does not in any other way relate to my life.)
A lot of people think that we’re just weird together.
When we go out to lunch and come across a friend,
They take one look and saw “eww, why are you with him?!?”
Sometimes they whisper in my ear “are those warts on his nose?”
And I always have to explain that you’re not about to be sick,
You’re just olive-toned.
Though you like the briny sea
While I prefer to stay sheltered and dry inside,
Does it matter which jar we’re in, if we both enjoy
The company? (Although, I could do without
The 20-odd siblings who all seem to share your room.)
My mum says that I’m sweet, and what am I doing with such a salty kinda guy?
But I don’t want to wreck her dreams,
So I hold within
Myself the secret grains of salt that I have hidden
Beneath my silky smooth skin.
When we meet, I always hug you;
Slip into your nooks and melt into your crannies
Because when we’re together,
I feel like the other side of me has been put back,
Like I am made complete.
Even if it’s only for half a day,
I know that this bond we share is real:
Sticky and joining us together,
Leaving small reminders, even as we part.