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176 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 31, 2001
School ain't nothin' but a joke. My moms don't want to hear that, but if it weren't for Wesley and my other homeys, I wouldn't even be here, aiight? These white folk talking 'bout some future, telling me I need to be planning for some future-like I got one! (p. 7)
Basketball is my thing. I can hoop. Case closed. I'm six four and I got the moves, the eye, and the heart. You can take my game to the bank and wait around for the interest. With me, it's not like playing a game, it's like the only time I'm being for real. (Slam! p. 1)
Bronx Masquerade
I woke up this morning
exhausted from hiding
the me of me
so I stand here confiding
there's more to Devon
than jump shot and rim.
I'm more than tall
and lengthy of limb.
I dare you to peep
behind these eyes,
discover the poet
in the tough-guy disguise.
Don't call me Jump Shot.
My name is Surprise.
I ain’t particular about doing homework, you understand, p.3But a poetry slam? That’s a whole other thing. Bronx Masquerade opens the classroom door into the lives of 18 high school students. What started out as an essay assignment from Mr. Ward quickly turns into a weekly open mike session. Now the class of mostly black and hispanic kids are finding out there’s more to each other than all the superficial and stereotypical labels. Each chapter is from a different student’s perspective followed by their poem and then a brief commentary from Tyrone the main narrator.
If I Were to See Myself in High School
I bet I’d find myself in the high school cafeteria
eating doritos and drinking a Dr. Pepper over a paperback
because we weren’t allowed to have food or drinks in the library.
If I found myself in class I’d be towards the back
where the teacher wouldn’t see me
trying to get your attention
to figure out what we should do Friday night.