Staten Island’s Spoken Word Slam Spits in St. George

St. George roared last night with Staten Island’s Spoken Word Slam, voicing NYC’s spring near the ferry. Poet Lena Carter dropped bars as 200 snapped, a $10 ticket clash of verse. It’s borough rhymes—pure SI vibe, mics hot. A kid stumbled a line; a pro burned a tale. ‘Staten speaks—this is it,’ Carter says, passing words. The lot turned stage.

The slam’s fresh—March 25’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by 7 p.m. Carter’s a Tottenville bard; last night’s crowd hit max—claps rang. A latecomer nabbed a spot; beats dropped—NYC grit glowed. Rounds hit five—voice ruled. #SISpokenWord trended; Bronx wants a mic.

Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a newbie, dodging spits. Mic buzzed—fixed quick; flow held. A rival’s pitching a Midland slam, splitting rhymes. Still, 300 stayed—words reigned. St. George’s never spat so bold.

Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s soul—this lifts it,’ she says, packing pages. The slam’s a Staten win—grit meets verse. It’s a word rush; catch the next. Bring a pen—lines call.