Amin Drew Law - Unsaid
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- Опубліковано 25 сер 2024
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Amin Drew Law, performing at the 2016 Southern Fried Poetry Slam in Greensboro, NC.
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"I wrote all of this in my journal tonight but I dare not tell anyone. if I did they'd all think I want my shoelaces back" amazing on so many levels.
raybe what does this line mean?
myahnicole that if people heard what he was thinking they'd think he'd want to kill himself
their mothers who... taught me how to tie my shoe laces. -- got me buckets full of chills and tears
ryan magiera right
When his voice cracked at the end I almost cried.
I know right!
same, but without "almost", and add "hard"
Me too bud
Bucky she probably wasn't trying to be...
Diana Makowski I FEEL LIKE HIS VOICE WAS BUILDING UP TO THAT POINT THE WHOLE POEM
I was trying to survive after the drug money funeral for his parents but that voice crack at the end broke me open, immediate crying. This was a very good poem and a very good performance, real and raw.
"There's goes that irony man" thank you for sharing man hits deep.
I've listened to this poem SOO many times already but I still find myself shocked at the end to the point that I have to sit silently for a while and absorb everything he says. This is truly one of the most, if not the most, moving things I have ever heard.
I had the pleasure of seeing this wonderful man perform at Busboys and Poets in late August and fell in love with his poetry. Definitely one of my new favorites.
im not crying youre crying
You are correct.
I find myself returning to this poem over and over again. Truly a breathtaking work of art, that breaks my heart every time I listen to it.
I love the people's reactions in the background
This fucked me up and made me think about my mum. I often worry that I'll lose her to her addiction. This was amazing. Absolutely remarkable.
Wow, that was powerful, deep, beautiful. Speaks for transformation, and for the reality of grief. Thank you!
wow I felt this.. lost my mom to OD just last year..
I love this.
I love this guys poetry so much. He does a poetry workshop at my old school with one of his friends (Mo man) and that’s when I first met him. It was amazing hearing his poetry in person.
Also, "Both my parents died of overdoses. I paid for their funerals with drug money."
COME ON MAN.
So amazing
I've watched this everyday since it came out. Still gives me chills everytime.
the way i felt the tears coming as it was ending and then, the ending came. i bursted. i’m speechless.
Possibly a useless comment but goddamn does he put passion in every breath he's got here. Forces you to feel what he feels and if you're crying like I am? I don't know how he's not
So powerful. Made me cry. 😢
This is a masterpiece, its emotive and beautifully crafted ❤x
I saw the video and thought, "ok, some dude with a ma bun." after, "that was fucking amazing!"
His delivery is EVERYTHING! #amazing
to this day this is the most powerful poem I have ever heard
Damn, "remind my mother I can still make things beautiful".
Oh my! My achy breaky heart can't take it! I 💜this person so much!
I really love this so much...
"When you go to jail, the first thing they take from you is your shoelaces. I thought, it's so they can break your dignity, show their authority. It's so you don't hang yourself. They didn't tell me that. I'm here, 'cause I used to sell oxycodons, 20's ,30's, 80 miligrams. My job now is to be a barcode and listen to people that hate me. I didn't grow up poor, they call it... lower middle class. All I know is that I got food stamps and all my clothes came from a place where the price tags where written in sharpies; it is not an easy job. But you learn to make relationships, maximize profits by going to the rich neighbourhoods, always easier to sell to the suburban kids. We gotta sing around here, sell-outs are the best buyers. You know, in the state of Virginia, when you're a fellon you gotta petition to get your right to vote back. I've learned more about this country here than I did walking through middle high school but now that I am a fellon I can't vote? That's ironic, yeah. I always thought that irony was for british comedies and white girls with guitars. I used to write a lot as a kid. I kept some of the journals to remind myself "my mother's son is not a wicked man". What they don't tell you is all the addicts get stuck in your head. They're not all junkies and college tweakers, they're semi-pro football players with no insurance, they're construction workers, reherniated discs, mothers who... taught me how to tie my showlaces.
Both my parents died of overdoses. I paid for their funerals with drug money. There goes that irony again. A poet's been coming to the prison lately, she gave me something called the, uh, writing prompt. A start-up poem with the sentence "if the streets could talk". I am not much of a writer anymore. Every time I try I see my parents' blood on my own fingertips. "If the streets could talk", no, "if the streets could talk". My hand, it shakes through the page. The guards all flinch when I stand but she tells me it's okay not to write, that listening can do just as much. So I do. Today she read from a collection of poems. One of them said: "The world's breath is what we call silence". It gets so quiet in here. Do we think prison and ungoverned clamour, but it is still,it is windless. "If the streets could talk", no, "if the streets could talk", no, "if the streets could talk". I think that I got it now. If the streets could talk, i wouldn't. I've seen what happens to those that do. Faces, all bled into the asphalt. All I wanna do now is carve my parents' name into a tree, remind my mother i can still make things beautiful, tell my father that he was the fireman but I turn him into a furnace. I wrote all of this in my journal tonight but I dare not tell anyone if i did. They'd all think I want my shoelaces back."
Meret Böttger I love you, I understand english and really like poetry; but I just couldn't quite translate everything to my mom by listening, now thanks to you, I'm going to be capable of telling her. So thank you tons ❤
enrique Khaled Ortega Godinez glad I could help 😍
I've been watching slam poems all week long and this is the first one to make me tear up. bravo
No words can describe how good you did on this.
I watched this like ten times, amazing.
This poem hit me so hard. So many emotions expressed in this, absolutely amazing
i never comment on videos, but this was deep. perfect. beautiful.
"Damn" *states in admiration* the power in this is tangible.
Chills up my spine...
Thank you!
honestly I cried so much from this it was so beautiful
Speak Poet. Best thing I've seen in a while.
this was so beautiful and heartbreaking on so many levels.
This gave me chills
So incredibly beautiful
god... living with the guilt that you ruined your parents' life... I know what it is like to live with guilt...
Thanks!
Goosebumps! 😳❤️ The rawness
I love Amin, my last year of school he came in and taught a week of poetry with the Mo-Man
By far my favorite poem
Intense. Very raw and honest. I loved this.
Damn. That brought tears to my eyes.
Wow so much emotion, almost cried. Beautifully written
as a recovering addict and ex drug dealer this hits me to hard in the lunch box of feelios
wow, what a courageous and beautiful expression brother!
absolutely beautiful and touching
Wow this is deep
i first saw this during poetry club at school and now its my favorite poem
so powerful....
this poem done killed me
this gave me fucking chills. god damn
All I have to say is wow.
my life would be complete if the streams were released as podcasts
The homie Amin!!!!! ✊🏿👑 Remarkable writer.
-Real T@lk
Beautiful ❤️
HE KILLED IT!! Love this
Man that's beautiful ❤️
Yes, yes, and yes.
So good
Powerful piece!
made me say "holy shit" out loud three times
This was so beautiful...
That Shit was Deep!.........Beautiful!
This is so amazing.
what a beautiful man
Soo powerful!
shit got me ready to cry.
okay but the “both of my parents died of overdoses. i paid for their funerals with drug money.” line kills me EVERY TIME
Is there a metaphor or any hidden meaning with that line? Care to explain?
Beautiful
WOWWWWWWW
Love it
goosebumps
Very powerful!
💙💙💙💙
"My father was a fireman but I turned him in to a furnace"
this hit me so hard.
man this was great!
This is so good
If the streets could talk their would be many more stories of suffering that we previously ignored. If the streets could talk why would they because would anyone really listen. if the streets could talk what words they say to express the pain they see everyday? If the streets could talk maybe we would have a little more empathy.
Amazing
Had me tearing up at work. Had to blame it on allergies I don't have.
"My job now is to be a bar code and listen to people who hate me". Can someone explain this part to me?
Michelle Laura I think it means that once he's in prison he's not really a person anymore- he's a 'barcode', something to be scanned and passed along. And all the people don't really see him as a person, just a drug dealer that they find repulsive.
Wow this was absolutely amazing...Liked/Subbed...
dont watch this in public man...this poem had tears forming in my eyes
*glares at the one person who disliked the video*
Well done.
Irony, huh. This was amazing
good damn, this hit me so fucking hard..
Someone post transcripts, please. 🙂🙂
can someone put they lyrics on here?
when his voice cracked.....
fin
The first thing they do when you go to a mental hospital or take your bra and shoelaces. Then they make you pull down your pants and cough to make sure you ain't trying to sneak anything in (shit I didn't even know I was goin, I was just told to get in the car.) then hey make you strip down to just your underwear and make you feel like shit about your body and all your scars and burns. That's to lessen your dignity.
Danielle Jewel They bookmark the spots on your body to make sure that your not hurting yourself while youre there, they make sure you don't have new scars and they see how recent it all is to measure how much of a self harmer you are.
You deserve your shoes laces back dear, don’t punish yourself for a decision your parents made independently and try to forgive yourself. Just try.