Slammed!

Meghan Cox Gurdon writes for NRO and the WSJ;
since much of her writing centers around raising her kids, I haven’t
been terribly interested in her stuff.  Until today, when I read her piece about girls magazines in the Opinion Journal.  Good column, but the payoff was the reference to slam poet Taylor Mali. 
Up to now, I blew off slam poets as paleface rapper wanna-bes with no
music, groupies, or bling-bling.  Dude, was I wrong.  No rapper ever
wrote this:

"I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"

And I wish he hadn’t done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

Consider me slammed.