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Incredible Teen Poets Sum Up Everything Wrong With America

American textbooks have plenty of blind spots, but Belissa Escobedo, Rhiannon McGavin and Zariya Allen offer a wide-ranging view of our country in their powerful slam poem, “Somewhere Else in America.” And it’s not a pretty picture.

The teen spoken-word poets are members of the Get Lit organization, a nonprofit that uses spoken word to improve literacy rates in Los Angeles, where 40 percent of teens won’t graduate high school. 

Watch their performance and hear their full poem here. 


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