Blog - Slam Poem

So, the following words are my slam poem. I read my slam poem aloud as if I were performing it in class and it recorded a few seconds over 3 minutes so I assume my slam poem is admissible. I hope all of you have fun reading it. Enjoy!

GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?

By: Kevin Rickman

God, where are you?

If you can hear my words,

please respond.

You know what I am.

You know what I’ve been through.

You know what my dreams, goals, and passions consist of.

Answer me

because I happen to be

only one of the five billion believers

that you have amassed over the centuries.

My belief in you has been genuine.

It has been real and sincere and true

since the first moment I was introduced to you.

But, God, I must confess that

my acceptance of your actions is decreasing,

my trust in your ideas is dwindling,

and my belief in you as a supreme being is diminishing.

God, why do you not answer my prayers?

If you can hear me,

just answer one plea.

I only desire love,

seek support,

and require guidance.

I ask you kindly,

I ask you politely,

and I ask you wisely.

I live up to my potential in life

and make certain that

I am the best person that I can be

to my friends and family

and to all the strangers who surround me.

And yet in return, you bestow me with emptiness.

God, why do you permit such calamities

to impact your people and societies?

If you can hear me,

extirpate all hatred, famines, and poverty.

Rid your world of all diseases, death, and destruction.

Terminate all the wars, violence, crime, torture and corruption

that have been thrashing your people

since the commencement

of your existence.

God, why do you deprive certain communities

of their innate rights as citizens of humanity?

If you can hear me,

please agree with me

when I asseverate that

women merit all the opportunities

to choose their actions pertaining to their bodies.

And that it’s contemptible to say

that being gay

is immoral and a threat.

My gay friends only want to marry,

start a family,

and share the same, exact feeling of love and affection

that my straight friends undoubtedly share together.

Cease ignoring me

and begin answering me

because, God, I cannot wait much longer.

I’m disheartened when I go to church searching for you,

dejected when I read the Bible expecting to find you,

and dispirited when I pray to you

helplessly and hopelessly

to ameliorate the issues confronting me.

But believe me, God, I do not want to corroborate

all the atheists and all the agnostics and all the scientists

attempting to disprove of your existence.

Please, demonstrate to these individuals that

they are the ones who are wrong and that

you are the one who is right.

And, God, heed my words with caution

whether you’re sitting in that corner

or sitting over there in that corner

or standing right in front of me

or standing right behind me

or looking down upon me

as these words flow out of my mouth

because, God, I can guarantee that

you will have one less believer if

my prayers continue to be disregarded,

all global dilemmas continue to unravel,

and the rights of innocent individuals continue to be withdrawn

right before my eyes.

God, you have failed me.

But no, I refuse to cease believing just yet in you.

Please, please, please

I beg of you

to answer my query:

God, where are you?