With the charisma and finness of a worldly diva, ingenue Alyssa Langworthy continued to stun spectators in the second round of Stockton's All City Slam this past Friday. Awash with amazement, Judge Chrissy Davis said of Langworthy's piece, "I feel as if I am listening to a grown woman's thoughts!" Indeed, all of the judges were floored by Alyssa's courageous delivery, clever turn of phrase as well as the humility of the poetess. Visitors to tonight and tomorrow's final rounds can expect even more surprises from Ms. Langworthy.

My Man

Roses are red And violets are blue, But his two lips Can steal mine away and damn day they’d like to Full and think that smile that makes my tummy tumble with each dimple that shows creating crevasses in that cocoa colored skin that would even make Hershey bars jealous and I’m already envious With those hoops he shoots And the lines he spits always seem to overpower mine More powerful and hardcore than I will ever be he’s perfect in every way, yet the only thing perfect about him are his flaws making him human because I’ve already found an immortal’s hand to put my life in I need a man One who wants me for me Not what I have Not that I have anything And will love me and hip hug me Tug my arm along his side going where life leads us And I’m letting life lead me to him And this time, maybe it won’t be the wrong one But the right one So I write one line each day about the time spent that day cause maybe that’ll be the day I’ll find a man stand before me in a crowd of boys Still haven’t learned to mature and grow in their mind Think they’re hard But they haven’t even had it that hard So how would they even know what hard is And my man will be strong Muscles of emotions And rippling knowledge pectorals Building bodies of opportunities taken Connected by neck to a head of open mind leaking Sad tears and mad tears Through those stone cold eyes that seem to Warm my body each time they lock with mine I want a man who I can converse with Tell each other of our firsts And let each other see us at our worst Hold each other tight and get us through to our bests Letting fingers interlock Spelling out our romance with just Our knuckles But not just in our knuckles In the way he holds me tight And I the way I whisper in his ear In the way he calls me every day at 4 AM Wakin’ my sleeping self up just So I’ll be the first one he talks to that day And in the way I can call him at 2 AM to say goodnight And in the way I sit through a season’s worth of Kings games When he knows I’m a Lakers fan See this is how my man is Or will be When I find him And you’ve heard anything you like You can call me, text me 209 – 915 – 2189 Cause I am still lookin out there For my man

Alyssa Langworthy has been a Stockton, California resident all her life. She started writing her poetry at the age of fifteen and is a sophomore at Cesar Chavez High School in Stockton. She enjoys every aspect of the arts and is currently awaiting her departure to college in two years. She spends her time between school work, her poetry, and acting.