With the charisma and finness of a worldly diva, ingenue Alyssa Langworthy continued to stun spectators in the second round of Stockton's All City Slam this past Friday. Awash with amazement, Judge Chrissy Davis said of Langworthy's piece, "I feel as if I am listening to a grown woman's thoughts!" Indeed, all of the judges were floored by Alyssa's courageous delivery, clever turn of phrase as well as the humility of the poetess. Visitors to this weekend's quarterfinal rounds can expect even more surprises from Ms. Langworthy.
My Man
Roses are red
And violets are blue,
But his two lips
Can steal mine away and damn day they’d like to
Full and think that smile that makes my tummy tumble
with each dimple that shows
creating crevasses in that cocoa colored skin that would even
make Hershey bars jealous
and I’m already envious
With those hoops he shoots
And the lines he spits always seem to overpower mine
More powerful and hardcore than I will ever be
he’s perfect in every way, yet the only thing perfect about him
are his flaws
making him human
because I’ve already found an immortal’s hand to put my life in
I need a man
One who wants me for me
Not what I have
Not that I have anything
And will love me and hip hug me
Tug my arm along his side going where life leads us
And I’m letting life lead me to him
And this time, maybe it won’t be the wrong one
But the right one
So I write one line each day about the time spent that day
cause maybe that’ll be the day
I’ll find a man stand before me in a crowd of boys
Still haven’t learned to mature and grow in their mind
Think they’re hard
But they haven’t even had it that hard
So how would they even know what hard is
And my man will be strong
Muscles of emotions
And rippling knowledge pectorals
Building bodies of opportunities taken
Connected by neck to a head of open mind leaking
Sad tears and mad tears
Through those stone cold eyes that seem to
Warm my body each time they lock with mine
I want a man who I can converse with
Tell each other of our firsts
And let each other see us at our worst
Hold each other tight and get us through to our bests
Letting fingers interlock
Spelling out our romance with just
Our knuckles
But not just in our knuckles
In the way he holds me tight
And I the way I whisper in his ear
In the way he calls me every day at 4 AM
Wakin’ my sleeping self up just
So I’ll be the first one he talks to that day
And in the way I can call him at 2 AM to say goodnight
And in the way I sit through a season’s worth of Kings games
When he knows I’m a Lakers fan
See this is how my man is
Or will be
When I find him
And you’ve heard anything you like
You can call me, text me 209 – 915 – 2189
Cause I am still lookin out there
For my man
Alyssa Langworthy has been a Stockton, California resident all her life. She started writing her poetry at the age of fifteen and is a sophomore at Cesar Chavez High School in Stockton. She enjoys every aspect of the arts and is currently awaiting her departure to college in two years. She spends her time between school work, her poetry, and acting.
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