My favorite poem of the Gwendolyn Brooks Poetry Festival was St. Paul because the three young ladies did theirs about Black Lives Matter because people are dying left and right. The ladies did a lot of movement and they made up a rap and dance.
Other poems were two young men rapping about what they hear every day and how there is no coming back from dying. The young lady from John Fiske was talking about her life and how her arm was messed up since she was born. The young man from John Fiske was talking about his cousin getting found in a garbage can, and how his dad got shot in the head.