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I have two questions for you.
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One: whose shoulders
do you stand on,
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and two: what do
you stand for?
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These are two questions
that I always begin my
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poetry workshops
with students because
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at times, poetry can
seem like this dead
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art form for old white men who just
seem like they were born to be old,
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like, you know, Benjamin
Button or something.
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And I ask my students
these two questions,
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and then I share how
I answer them, which is
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in these three
sentences that go:
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I am the daughter of
Black writers,
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who are descended
from Freedom Fighters
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who broke their chains
and changed the world.
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They call me.
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And these are words I
repeat in a mantra before
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every single poetry performance,
in fact, I was doing it in the corner
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over there. I was
making faces.
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And so I repeat them to myself,
as a way to gather myself,
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because I'm not sure if you know,
but public speaking is pretty terrifying.
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I know I'm on stage, and I have
my heels, and I look all glam,
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but I'm horrified.
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And the way in which I kind
of strengthen myself,
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is by having this mantra.
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Most of my life I was particularly
terrified of speaking up,
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because I had a speech
impediment, which made it
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difficult to pronounce certain letters,
sounds, and I felt like I was fine
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writing on the page,
but once I got on stage,
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I was worried my words
might jumble and stumble.
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What was the point in trying not to
mumble these thoughts in my head,
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if everything's already
been said before?
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But finally I had a moment of
realization, where I thought,
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if I choose not to speak out
of fear, then there's no one
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that my silence is standing for.
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And so I came to realize that I
cannot stand standing to the side,
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standing silent.
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I must find the strength
to speak up,
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and one of the ways I do that is
through this mantra where I call back
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to what I call
honorary ancestors.
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These are people who might
not be related to you by blood,
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or by birth,
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but who are more than worth
saying their names,
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because you stand on their
shoulders all the same.
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And it's only from the height
of these shoulders
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that we might have the sight
to see the mighty power of poetry,
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the power of language made
accessible, expressible.
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Poetry is interesting because not
everyone is going to become
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a great poet,
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but anyone can be, and
anyone can enjoy poetry,
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and it's this openness,
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this accessibility of
poetry that makes it
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the language
of the people.
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Poetry has never been
the language of barriers,
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it's always been
the language of bridges.
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And it's this connection-
making that makes poetry,
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yes, powerful, but
also makes it political.
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One of the things that
irritates me to no end,
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is when I get that phone call,
and it's usually from a white man,
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and he's like, "Man, Amanda,
we love your poetry,
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we'd love to get you to write
a poem about this subject,
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but don't make it political."
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Which to me sounds like,
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I have to draw a square,
but not make it a rectangle,
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or build a car and
not make it a vehicle,
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it doesn't make
much sense,
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because all art
is political.
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The decision to create, the
artistic choice to have a voice,
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the choice to be heard is
the most political act of all.
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And by "political" I mean poetry
is political in at least three ways:
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One: what stories we tell,
when we're telling them,
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how we're telling them,
if we're telling them,
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why we're telling them,
says so much about
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the political
beliefs we have,
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about what types
of stories matter.
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Secondly, who gets to
have their stories told,
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I'm talking, who is legally
allowed to read,
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who has the resources
to be able to write,
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who are we reading
in our classrooms,
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says a lot about the political
and educational systems,
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that all these stories and
storytellers exist in.
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Lastly, poetry is political
because it's preoccupied
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with people.
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If you look at history,
notice that tyrants often go
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after the poets and
the creatives first.
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They burn books, they try to get rid
of poetry and the language arts,
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because they're
terrified of them.
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Poets have this phenomenal
potential to connect the
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beliefs of the private individual
with the cause of change
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of the public, the population,
the polity, the political movement.
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And when you leave here,
I really want you to try to hear
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the ways in which poetry
is actually at the center
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of our most political questions
about what it means
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to be a democracy.
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Maybe later you're going
to be at a protest,
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and someone's going to
have a poster that says,
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"They buried us, but they
didn't know we were seeds."
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That's poetry.
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You might be in your U.S. History class,
and your teacher may play a video
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of Martin Luther King Jr. saying,
"We will be able to hew out of this
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mountain of despair
a stone of hope."
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That's poetry.
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Or maybe even here,
in New York City,
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you're going to go visit
the Statue of Liberty
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where there's a sonnet
that declares, as Americans,
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"Give us your tired,
your poor,
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your huddled masses
yearning to be free."
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So you see, when someone
asks me to write a poem
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that's not political,
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what they're really asking me
is to not ask charged
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and challenging questions
in my poetic work,
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and that does not work, because
poetry is always at the pulse
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of the most dangerous
and most daring questions
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that a nation
or a world might face.
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What path do we
stand on as a people,
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and what future as a
people do we stand for?
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And the thing about poetry
is that it's not really about
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having the right answers,
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it's about asking these right questions
about what it means to be
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a writer doing right by your
words and your actions,
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and my reaction is to pay honor
to those shoulders of people
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who used their pens to
roll over boulders
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so I might have a mountain
of hope on which to stand,
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so that I might understand
the power of telling stories
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that matter no matter what.
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So that I might realize that
if I choose, not out of fear,
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but out of courage,
to speak,
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then there's something unique
that my words can become.
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And all of a sudden that fear that
my words might jumble and stumble
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go away as I'm humbled
by the thoughts
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of thousands of stories
a long time coming
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that I know are strumming
inside me as I celebrate
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those people in their time
who stood up so this little
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Black girl could rhyme
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as I celebrate and call their names
all the same, these people
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who seem like they
were just born to be bold:
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Maya Angelou,
Ntozake Shange,
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Phillis Wheatley,
Lucille Clifton,
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Gwendolyn Brooks,
Joan Wicks,
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Audre Lorde,
and so many more.
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It might feel like every story
has been told before,
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but the truth is, no one's
ever told my story
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in the way I
would tell it
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as the daughter of black writers,
who are descended from freedom fighters
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who broke their chains
and changed the world.
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They call me.
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I call them.
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And one day I'll
write a story right,
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by writing it into a tomorrow
on this earth more than worth
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standing for.
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Thank you.