Graffiti DC

This week, while I take a break from the monotonous life of prepping for grad school, I thought I’d step outside of my box and head down to U Street for a few events. Second up on the agenda was Graffiti DC, an event that I had gotten far too many ignored e-mails about. It was great. I almost didn’t go.

As we climbed the stairs at 8:20pm, 20 minutes after the event was supposed to start, and realized that there were no seats, I was slightly disappointed in myself.  I knew that I should have attempted to get there earlier but in my hesitation, I blew my chance at a seat.

But, I digress.

The poets were amazing. The feature was a petite girl from New York with big hair. I loved her hair. She talked about being a call girl and an alcoholic. She made light of it but I saw the truth in what she said. I felt the pain in every line of her poems. I admired her for standing on the stage and revealing her story. It was real. It was great. Much respect.

I managed to get her last piece as my phone began to die. Again, the recorder on my phone is the worse so forgive the image and hear the words.

Oh yea, follow @GraffitiDC on twitter.

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