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How Warriors’ Moody is experiencing poetic justice on, off court


How Warriors’ Moody is experiencing poetic justice on, off court originally appeared on NBC Sports Bay Area

HOUSTON – There wasn’t a particular person Moses Moody had in mind when he began jotting down his words. Ambition was in his message. Judgment played a big role. Good and bad, the two sides to every story.

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Moody stood in front of the crowd at San Francisco’s Museum of the African Diaspora in February for a Black History Month event, their first in-person Open Mic Night since 2020, with his cell phone in his right hand and the microphone inches above his heart. The 22-year-old told the audience he wrote his poem with friends and family in mind, especially younger people full of potential. Not the kind of potential we all think about, needing to have a high profile and a heavy wallet, but the hope for everybody to be all right, in their own right.

His poem is named “Gimmy Got A Problem.”

Moody, like most young children, learned about Shakespeare in school. That wasn’t for him, it didn’t speak to him. He didn’t find his spark for the medium until he found the flow that hit something right inside him.

His father Kareem was a public speaker when Moses was growing up, and was talking to a group of high school kids one day. He showed them a poem called “I Can’t Read,” by Lamont Carey, a spoken word masterclass that inspired a new emotion within Moses.

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“The dude looked different,” Moody told NBC Sports Bay Area, catching his breath after a practice at the University of Houston one day before the Warriors’ first playoff game against the Rockets. “The flow was different, and I like that type of poetry.”

Carey’s “I Can’t Read” spoken word poem was featured on Deaf Poetry Jam. The program became one of the most important outlets for Moody. He kept watching and watching, learning about voices that spoke to him and landed on Black Ice as his favorite poet.

Reading was the same way for Moody. People would recommend books to him in school, but his disinterest in them made him believe he didn’t like reading, until his older brother, Miles, came home with a book his teacher gave him titled “If I Grow Up,” a novel about a young teen named DeShawn navigating gang violence in the inner-city projects of Chicago. Moody didn’t read the book at first, but what it did was open his eyes to writing he can relate to.

He found The Bluford Series, which are books centered around an array of areas where Black kids are going through hard times in the hood. Moody looks back at those books being an integral turning point in his education, finally being exposed to stories that can be relevant to himself and people who look like him in situations that his friends and family members have experienced.

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“I saw those books, and now I like reading,” Moody says. “Then I read that ‘If I Grow Up’ book, which is one of my favorites. That’s just the same kind of message that I got from poetry and learning what I like to read, what I like to see.”

Moses looks down at his phone, reads the title of his poem to the crowd, hears the anticipation and after a deep breath the words trickle out as easy as any 3-pointer the young Warriors wing has ever shot.

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Gimmy, he opens with.

“Everybody got some Gimmy in them,” Moody says. “A lot of ambitious people can’t forget about the other side. But ambition is good, that’s why I didn’t put a name on there or anything. It’s not like I’m saying any specific person is bad or any specific type of person, but it’s just something to think about.”

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The rest of Moody’s words are an invitation into his world. Into how his father’s gift of gab was passed down to him. How family circumstances as a Black man growing up in the South have shaped him. The ways Deaf Poetry Jam still can echo in his ears.

Word by word, Moody paints his own picture of perspective.

Gimmy said gimmy this, gimmy that, gimmy everything

So that’s what Gimmy got, everything

But Gimmy ain’t know everything he got was from a boy named Lou

And Lou was losing this, losing that, losing everything

Lou lost so much that Lou got lost

But everybody got problems

You don’t got to help the man next to you just because he got less than you

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That’s his problem

But if Lou lose enough, then he gonna take what Gimmy got

Now we got a few problems

So let’s come up with a plan to offer a helping hand to a boy, 

Before we got to deal with a desperate man

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