GROUP 9

Art
Appreciation
Teacher Darly Sabellano
Poetry
Performance
Introduction
What is poetry?

-the art of rhythmical composition,

written or spoken, for exciting

pleasure by beautiful, imaginative,

or elevated thoughts.
Performance Poetry
Performance poetry is a type of poetry that is

performed for an audience.

The poetry can be written in advance, or it can be

spontaneously composed while the performance

is in progress. It is different than just reading

poetry aloud that has been written for the printed

page. The most recent revival started in the U.S.

in the 1980s with the beginning of open mic

nights and poetry slams, which are competitions

for performance poets.

Main Concept
In some ways, performance poetry, sometimes known
as spoken word, is

connected to oral traditions that date back to ancient

times before the written

word. In these cases, the poetry, or story, was passed

down orally to each

generation. They then added their own twists and styles

of performance into

the story so that each performance was unique.

Main Concept
This type of poetry should also have an idea,
emotion, or perspective that

drives the poem. Often, this may relate to popular

culture or social or

political events. Performance poets also often

incorporate aspects of their

personal lives into their performances.

The poet's use of gestures or body language

while performing the poem is

also important.
To sum it up
The National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) in the

U.S. categorizes performance poetry as literature

rather than visual art. This is largely because the

performance is focused on rhetoric and language.

There are national performance poetry

competitions, and the NEA offers programs

dedicated to teaching this type of poetry

Examples
By Alex Dang

What kind of Asian are you?

So he said to me: 'What kind of Asian are you?

And I said back: Well that's a loaded question, what do you

expect me to be?

Because any way slice that egg-roll I'm still pretty much what

you want to see

I've played many a far east stereotype

Awkward math genius

Cold and calculated Kung-Fu expert

Assistant to 'Dr Jones, you crazy! '

You want me to drive, how so?

I can give you Tokyo drift, Jeremy Lin, Mario Kart, Tiger woods

and...

Blinker left on for almost half a mile

I am the foremost expert on all things Asian

Hair
BY ELIZABETH ACEVEDO

My mother tells me to fix my hair.

And by “fix,” she means straighten. She means whiten.
But how do you fix this ship-wrecked history of hair?
The true meaning of stranded, when trusses held tight like
African cousins in ship bellies, did they imagine that their
great-grand-children would look like us, and would hate
them how we do? Trying to find ways to erase them out of
our skin, iron them out of our hair, this wild tangle of hair
that strangles air.
Translated Disney
BY DIKSHA BIJLANI

I am a descendant of a family of multilingual folk

who are synonymous to non-English speaking.
Who sent me to English school so I could be better than them,
Because speaking English in India is status
English in India is, ‘Look, I have a verbal Mercedes!’
English in India is sucking up to the colonialists,
but forgetting they left a long time ago.
The first time I dated a white guy,
I would sometimes let words from my native language
slip into a text out of reflex,
and he’d dismiss them as typos.
ask not what your country can do for you
ask if your country is your country
ask if your country belongs to your country folk
ask if your country is addicted to blood
ask if your country is addicted to forgetting
ask if your country is an oil & power fiend
ask if your country shakes at night starving
for bodies if bodies mean your country
keeps on being your country in the same ol' ways
ask if your country was built of stolen land
and stolen breath, if democracy is a chain

Principles
tight as skin around your neck
ask if your comfort means elsewhere
someone is burying a daughter
BY DANEZ SMITH
Pocket- The only other girl at the party
is ranting about feminism.
The audience: a sea of rape jokes and snapbacks

sized
and styrofoam cups and me.
They gawk at her mouth like it is a drain
clogged with too many opinions.
I shoot her an empathetic glance
and say nothing. This house is for
wallpaper women. What good

Femenism
is wallpaper that speaks?
I want to stand up, but if I do,
whose coffee table silence
BY BLYTHE BAIRD will these boys rest their feet on?
In My Skin
BY SHA’CONDRIA “ICON” SIBLEY

This is a poem for every poem that uses cliché wordplay and
metaphors
to conceal a disgust for makeup under the mask of
empowerment.
You know the queen-you-don’t-need-makeup-to-make-up-for-
something-you-are-lacking poems.
That are as overdone as YouTube eyebrow tutorials.
I hear you. But your preference for natural beauty hasn’t been
there on the days I’ve been brave enough to face the world
bare-faced
and you forced your stares, comments and recommendations
into my already irritated skin.
Mama
BY EMI MAHMOUD

I was walking down the street when a man Let me tell you something about my mama
stopped me and said, She can reduce a man to tattered flesh without
Hey yo sistah, you from the motherland? so much as blinking
Because my skin is a shade too deep not to have Her words fester beneath your skin and the
come from foreign soil whole time,
Because this garment on my head screams You won’t be able to stop cradling her eyes.
Africa My mama is a woman, flawless and formidable
Because my body is a beacon calling everybody in the same step.
to come flock to the motherland Woman walks into a warzone and has warriors
I said, I’m Sudanese, why? cowering at her feet
He says, ‘cause you got a little bit of flavor in you, My mama carries all of us in her body,
I’m just admiring what your mama gave you on her face, in her blood and
Blood is no good once you let it loose
So she always holds us close.
Thank You!
For listening