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In this week's episode of the Get Lit Minute, your weekly poetry podcast, we spotlight the life and work of a highly esteemed performing poet, Sekou Sundiata. He wrote for print, performance, music and theater.\\xa0 Source

This episode includes a reading of his poem,\\xa0 "Shout Out", featured in our 2021 Get Lit Anthology.

"Shout Out"

Here\\u2019s to the best words

In the right place

At the perfect time to the human mind

Blown-up and refined.

To long conversations and the

Philosophical ramifications of a beautiful day.

To the twelve-steppers

At the thirteenth step

May they never forget

The first step.

To the increase, to the decrease

To the do, to the do

To the did to the did

To the do to the did

To the done done

To the lonely.

To the brokenhearted.

To the new, blue haiku.

Here\\u2019s to all or nothing at all.

Here\\u2019s to the sick, and the shut-in.

Here\\u2019s to the was you been to the is you in

To what\\u2019s deep and deep to what\\u2019s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

To the crazy

The lazy

The bored

The ignored

The beginners

The sinners

The losers

The winners.

To the smooth

And the cool

And even to the fools.

Here\\u2019s to your ex-best-friend.

To the rule-benders and the repeat offenders.

To the lovers and the troublers

The engaging

The enraging

To the healers and the feelers

And the fixers and the tricksters

To a star falling from a dream.

To a dream, when you know what it means.

To the bottom

To the root

To the base, uh, boom!

To the drum

Here\\u2019s to the was you been to the is you in

To what\\u2019s deep and deep to what\\u2019s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Here\\u2019s to somebody within the sound of your voice this morning.

Here\\u2019s to somebody who can\\u2019t be within the sound of your voice tonight.

To a low-cholesterol pig sandwich smothered in swine without the pork.

To a light buzz in your head

And a soundtrack in your mind

Going on and on and on and on and on like a good time.

Here\\u2019s to promises that break by themselves

Here\\u2019s to the breaks with great promise.

To people who don\\u2019t wait in the car when you tell them to wait in the car.

Here\\u2019s to what you forgot and who you forgot.

Here\\u2019s to the unforgettable.

Here\\u2019s to the was you been to the is you in

To what\\u2019s deep and deep to what\\u2019s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Here\\u2019s to the hip-hoppers

The don\\u2019t stoppers

Heads nodding in the digital glow

Of their beloved studios.

To the incredible indelible impressions made by the gaze as you gaze in the faces of strangers.

To yourself you ask: Could this be God? Straight up!

Or is it a mask?

Here\\u2019s to the tribe of the hyper-cyber

Trippin\\u2019 at the virtual-most outpost at the edge on the tip

Believin\\u2019 that what they hear is the mothership

Drawing near.

Here\\u2019s to the was you been, to the is you in

To what\\u2019s deep and deep, to what\\u2019s down and down

To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

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