Slam poetry is protest poems that are usually presented in a competition and are so full of emotion that it breaks the barrier of performer/audience member. We just got assigned to write a slam poem in English class due next week. This is mine that I wrote in under one hour. It's kind of long, so relax and enjoy 
’90 & Up
Since 1990 there have been so many times
Where I felt unsure about the future
Where the liberty bell rang and we sang a pledge
And we were taught to be open-minded
Since 1990 I’ve felt stupefied by the lack of soul
This so-called “homeland” possessed.
Since 1990 I have witnessed crude designs
And fads that fade but continue to lay
A foundation of infinite, insecure narcissists
Since 1990 there have been signs
Of a slower growing generation, our generation
Since 1990 I have written the thoughts of my mind
About the daily life we live socially and morally
And I intend to share them here today.
Start off the first day of school
With many children, some scared and some cool
Elementary friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, teachers, and recess
Weekends consisting of adventure under the sun
Little league baseball and soccer
Roaming the playgrounds with friends
Watching Nickelodeon and the Disney channel
Thinking Mickey Mouse Playhouse was fun
Then we moved to middle school…
Start off the first day of school
The kids already in cliques
The boys with their bros, the girls with their chicks
Sitting in class bored out of my mind
Rebelling against homework and the teacher, some preacher
Doesn’t even know how to answer my questions
Parents forgetting you are maturing, growing, learning
And still yearning for a sense of freedom
The place where you got your first A or your first F
Boys, thinking about the girl that developed early
Getting their first hard-on, not thinking surely about their future
Is this really who my life is in the hands of?
Then we moved to high school…
Start off the first day of school
Getting canned by a big senior man
Thinking he’s tough-shit for picking on the little guy
“Chicks before dicks”…ha! They forget to tell you the rest
“Chicks before dicks…unless it’s a dick owned by a hot prick
Who uses his stick to be a dick to the chick
Who just wants to feel love
And passes up the nice guy for a fly guy”
Myspace and facebook, the counter-social sites
That give kids the stones to say what they want
Without actually saying it
Giving the “o.k.” to suck at grammar and spelling
When they’ve spent years learning it
Only to lose it in a week of texting
Remember when our generation used to be cool?
Now it’s plagued with bands and shows
That no one knows, yet it still grows
And manifests into some unknown scene
That rows of fans scream to an icon
With no talent, no colorful taste
It’s a waste of time, not for the kids, but for their lives
‘Cause in the end will Hannah Montana be there
To spare a dime when you’re begging for some change?
Since 1990 I have seen our sublime hopes
Trickle down to nothing more than water on the street
Splashing beneath our feet
Since 1990 I have watched the time fly by
Remembering the golden days when kids played outside
Not inside with their Xboxes and computers
Since 1990 I have never been more highly disappointed
To say that this is my generation
The one that represents these ways
Since 1990 I have felt for the first time
That I could break away from the pack
And be myself on this island of misfit toys
Since 1990 there have been so many times
Where I felt unsure about the future
Where the liberty bell rang and we sang a pledge
And we were taught to be open-minded
Since 1990 I’ve felt stupefied by the lack of soul
This so-called “homeland” possessed.
Since 1990 I have witnessed crude designs
And fads that fade but continue to lay
A foundation of infinite, insecure narcissists
Since 1990 there have been signs
Of a slower growing generation, our generation
Since 1990 I have written the thoughts of my mind
About the daily life we live socially and morally
And I intend to share them here today.
Start off the first day of school
With many children, some scared and some cool
Elementary friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, teachers, and recess
Weekends consisting of adventure under the sun
Little league baseball and soccer
Roaming the playgrounds with friends
Watching Nickelodeon and the Disney channel
Thinking Mickey Mouse Playhouse was fun
Then we moved to middle school…
Start off the first day of school
The kids already in cliques
The boys with their bros, the girls with their chicks
Sitting in class bored out of my mind
Rebelling against homework and the teacher, some preacher
Doesn’t even know how to answer my questions
Parents forgetting you are maturing, growing, learning
And still yearning for a sense of freedom
The place where you got your first A or your first F
Boys, thinking about the girl that developed early
Getting their first hard-on, not thinking surely about their future
Is this really who my life is in the hands of?
Then we moved to high school…
Start off the first day of school
Getting canned by a big senior man
Thinking he’s tough-shit for picking on the little guy
“Chicks before dicks”…ha! They forget to tell you the rest
“Chicks before dicks…unless it’s a dick owned by a hot prick
Who uses his stick to be a dick to the chick
Who just wants to feel love
And passes up the nice guy for a fly guy”
Myspace and facebook, the counter-social sites
That give kids the stones to say what they want
Without actually saying it
Giving the “o.k.” to suck at grammar and spelling
When they’ve spent years learning it
Only to lose it in a week of texting
Remember when our generation used to be cool?
Now it’s plagued with bands and shows
That no one knows, yet it still grows
And manifests into some unknown scene
That rows of fans scream to an icon
With no talent, no colorful taste
It’s a waste of time, not for the kids, but for their lives
‘Cause in the end will Hannah Montana be there
To spare a dime when you’re begging for some change?
Since 1990 I have seen our sublime hopes
Trickle down to nothing more than water on the street
Splashing beneath our feet
Since 1990 I have watched the time fly by
Remembering the golden days when kids played outside
Not inside with their Xboxes and computers
Since 1990 I have never been more highly disappointed
To say that this is my generation
The one that represents these ways
Since 1990 I have felt for the first time
That I could break away from the pack
And be myself on this island of misfit toys
