When Love Arrives

I fell in love with spoken word poetry sometime last year. I woke up early one morning to a post from one of my amazing blogger friends, A. She posted this video of spoken word poetry by Alysia Harris called ‘That Girl’ (which I think everyone should see. Links down below.)

I normally don’t read posts that early in the morning but I couldn’t stand up so I just decided to read it and watch the video. I was in awe of Alysia. I had never heard that sort of pain in someone’s voice and for the rest of the day, I couldn’t focus.

I showed a few of my friends the video and they were just quiet at the end. It was so beautiful and for the rest of the day, I kept on looking at videos of spoken poetry.

Then one day, I stumbled on Sarah Kay. The first poem I saw of her was ‘If I had a daughter’. I sent it to my mum immediately and I think my mum sent it to my sister. Sarah Kay has a way of getting the words across and you can tell that it is from her heart.

This video is one that she did with a fellow spoken word poet and a friend of hers, Phil Kaye. I can’t exactly describe the humour and the love and the truth behind it but you take a look and judge.

I decided to share this because it is very special and I believe that everyone should see it. It gives you a different perspective on love.

I made a transcript of the poem for those that prefer it or for those that want to read it while listening:

Sarah and Phil: I knew exactly what Love looked like…in seventh grade.

Sarah: Even though I hadn’t met Love yet, if Love had wandered into my home room,I would have recognised him at first glance. Love..wore a hemp necklace.

Phil: I would have recognised her at first glance, Love wore a tight French Braid.

S: Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favourite Beatle songs.

P: Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me

S&P: And I knew…

S: I just must be searching the wrong classrooms

P: Just must be checking the wrong hallways. She was there, I was sure of it.

S: If only I could find him

S&P: But when Love finally showed up

P: She had a bull-cut…

S: He wore the same clothes everyday for a week

P: Love hated the bus.

S: Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles

S&P: Instead..

P: Every time I tried to kiss Love

S&P: Our teeth got in the way

S: Love became the reason I lied to my parents

P: I’m going to…Ben’s House

S: Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor but made sure we never missed a slow song.

P: Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up it would be…

S :(in a deep voice)Helloo…

P: (breathing heavily)

S: (in a deep voice): Helloo…

P: (still breathing heavily)

S: (in a deep voice): I guess they hung up.

P: And Love grew..

S: Stretched like a trampoline..

P: Love changed…

S: Love disappeared…slowly, like baby teeth – Losing parts of me I thought I needed…

P: Love vanished like an amateur magician – Everyone could see the trap door but me…

S:..like a flat tyre – There were places I had planned on going

S&P: But my plans didn’t matter

S: Love stayed away for years…and when Love finally re-appeared…I barely recognised him

P: Love smelt different now…had darker eyes…

S:…a broader back, Love came with freckles I didn’t recognise…

P:…new birthmarks, a softer voice…

S: Now there were new sleeping patterns…

P:…new favourite books

S: Love had songs that reminded him of someone else

P: songs, Love didn’t like to listen to…

S&P: So did I…

P: But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly

S: We found jokes that make us laugh

P: And now, Love makes me fresh home-made chocolate chip cookies…

S:…but Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack

P: Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer

S: Love is a terrible driver but a great navigator

P: Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned

S: Love is messier now…

P:…not as simple

S: Love uses the word ‘boobs’ in front of my parents

P: Love chews too loudly

S: Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste

P: Love uses smiley faces in her text messages

S: And turns out…

S&P: Love Shits!

S: But Love also cries and Love will tell you ‘You are Beautiful’…

P:…and mean it…

S:…over and over again…

P:…’You are Beautiful’

S: When you first wake up…

P:…’You are Beautiful’

S: When you’ve just been crying…

P:…’You are Beautiful’

S: When you don’t wanna to hear it…

P:…’You are Beautiful’

S: When you don’t believe it…

P:…’You are Beautiful’

S: When nobody else will tell you…

P:…’You are Beautiful’

S: Love still thinks…You are Beautiful

P: But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget…

S:…when you need to hear it most…

S&P:…’You are Beautiful…

S:..Do not forget this…

P:…Love is not who you were expecting…Love is not what you can predict

S: Maybe Love is in New York City already asleep…You are in California, Australia, wide awake; Maybe Love is always in the wrong timezone

P: Maybe Love is not ready for you; maybe you are not ready for Love

S: Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type

P: Maybe the next time you see Love is twenty years after the divorce; Love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remember

S: Maybe Love is only there for a month…

P: Maybe Love is there for every firework, every hospital visit…

S:…Maybe Love stays…

P:…Maybe Love can’t…

S&P: Maybe Love shouldn’t

P: Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must

S: When Love arrives, say…

S&P:…Welcome, Make yourself comfortable.

P: If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her…

S:…Turn off the music; Listen to the quiet…

P:…Whisper…

S&P: Thank you for stopping by.

A.s blog: http://www.thebeautifulbeastinme.wordpress.com

That Girl: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_t7UsbvF4qY (Alysia Harris)

That Girl: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gqW5BEOjzA (Alysia Harris explains why she wrote the poem)

If I had a daughter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQgz2AhHaQg

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