Prose never wanted to be a poet. He started out as a Resident Advisor doing community programing for college students living on campus at a local University. Knowing pretty close to nothing about poetry slams or rap battles he tried to make both work in one venue to give students something other to do than drink or smoke weed or party to release stress before midterms. Something different. Something positive. He knew alot of people in the building wrote poetry and listened to hiphop so he built around that.
He put the show together in the backroom of a cafeteria, using a microphone he borrowed from the library, turntables he found one of his residents spinning on during quiet hours, and a really good boombox that made the broke down campus pa system sound like it actually had music coming out of it. He promoted with handbills he printed out in his dorm room, cut with scissors, and passed out a couple days before the event, but 300 plus people came out that night, and what was supposed to be a one time event continued for three years running off the energy of the audience requesting it. There was such a need for the truth to be spoken that the venue took on a life of its own. People were becoming writers on the spot just to hear the sound of their own voice bounce off the wall like light from mirrors only the crowd could see. Emcees were doing tagteam battles and breakdancing with words using the other mans face as the floormat for their verbal gymnastics. You just had to be there everytime. There was always something different, someone new telling their story and Prose was just the member of the audience who got to stand on stage. He never read anything because he didnt write. He was happy just introducing the other artists and getting the crowd to clap a little bit more than if there was no host at all, just poet and crowd. He actually was studying to be a mechanical engineer, not a musician, and certainly not a poet. But creativity is contagious and poetry has a way of climbing over walls and crawling inside of dreams. It wasnt too long before Prose infected. He started peforming and hasnt looked back since.Create or get your
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