Alicia Keyes POW - Def Poetry
December 14th 2007 01:48
Alicia Keyes POW - Def Poetry
Russell Simmons presents Def Poetry is an HBO series that provides underground urban poets with a platform to voice their verses. The programme also showcases legends of the medium and a variety of performers sharing their own written compositions.
The show is hosted by rapper Mos Def. The powerful words from guests echo truth about the plight of the modern civilised world. It conveys introspective emotion and passionate personal feelings that observe the state of society and of self, inspiring thought.
From Smokey Robinson to Dave Chappelle, Carol King to Jamie Kennedy an eclectic array of famous faces and talented underground lyricists grace the stage over the course of the series
One that stood out for me was Alicia Keyes effort titled P.O.W which has a raw and fearless exploration of fear and self doubt. You can read the poem below or click on the video to see Alicia orating speak easy style.
P.O.W
By Alicia Keys
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
I am a P.O.W.
Not a prisoner of war
A prisoner of words
Like a soldier
I'm a fighter
Yet only a puppet
Mostly I only say
What you wanna hear
Could you take it if I came clear?
Or would you rather see me
Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
M.I.A.
I guess that's what I am
Scraping this cold earth
For a piece of myself
For peace in myself
It'd be easier if you put me in jail
If you locked me away
I'd have someone to blame
But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind
And have me shaking
My hands are cuffed behind my back
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth
Run too fast to be old
I've forgotten what I was told
Ain't I a sight to behold?
A prisoner of age dying to be young
To my head is my hand with a gun
And it's cold and it's hard
Cause there's nowhere to run
When you've caged yourself
By holding your tongue
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
It's like solitary confinement
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
Here is the Alicia Keys reading on Def Poetry
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Comment by Dexter
I found I related tremendously to this one, as a writer who still only has the guts to review others work rather than create my own original poetry..
Comment by Dexter
Is that a love of Alicia Keyes or the selection?
Thanks for the compliment, regardless of the target.
Please visit again.
Comment by Dexter
I only review in prose, the original work in this case is all Alicia....I wish they were my words....
Thanks for visiting and come back soon
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this p0em stuck 0n me f0r idk h0w many times i read it! it did t0uch my heart! im glad she wr0te this!
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