The beautiful Myra Jacobs brought a bunch of us down to check the Yabba Pot down on Charles street for some spoken word. Low and behold, it was pure hott fiyah. These cats spit hip-hip and political problems like they were having breakfast because this shit will wake you up. The Yabba offers the city’s premiere vegan cuisine, but on Saturday nights its is pure spoken word goodness with open mic sign ups for local spoken word artists, two fresh hosts who spit and are backed with unbelievable facts and knowledge, and a crowd that will argue with you about what’s right in the world till the sun comes out. The feature that night was Sheist out of Philly who was the former local slam champ. This isn’t your ordinary spoken word joint, they hash it out and talk about issues in between every poems whenever a brother or a sister is moved. Let’s just say at some point of the show I had to stick up for the hope in the male race that we REALLY CAN have female best friends. Dope.
