Sabrina Benaim - The Truth Has Three Sides 

"I miss you but I don't wish you are here"...

DAMN Sabrina was my first love in poetry when I initially discovered spoken word. I remember relating to “Explaining my Depression to my mother” and falling head over heels for her style. Now look how far she’s grown. The past poems are still amazing and timeless but she continues to improve as time passes. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for her poems!!!

That was brilliant. I adore the method of mixing poems to create a new story. Done beautifully.

She is the reason I got into poetry about a year and a half ago and I couldn’t ask for a better poetry mother ♥️

the truth has three sides i drink my coffee black every morning. i like how looking at you makes me feel. twice, i ask to kiss you. the second time, there was a lump in my throat. i like to believe it was a metaphor, a plain tumor is all it was. i have woken up, looked in the mirror and thought, "okay! i look good today!" if i am late it is because i don't know how to plan time. cut to me blushing, laughing, of course we were no full moon. in my poems, you are the dream of you. the falling stars are just glitter. just thousands of tiny led lights poured down from the sky. that July was a fire that minded it's own business. the following June was just 30 days the moon was a strawberry. it wasn't the drugs. the shadows on the ceiling weren't dancing again. i was walking backwards when i met you. you are not the first boy i've wrote into existence or loved. that thought unties my shoelaces. once, we were a crescent moon, weightless as a smile. i love you. still, i'm not sorry i don't want to write about you anymore so let's see how long we can go without talking. this time if we really try, maybe i will forget your birthday. i miss you, but i don't wish you were here. two, you don't like coffee, you like what it does to your body. you like the way coffee makes your body feel so you take your cream and sugar with coffee. i'm not sure why you kissed me back the first time. i suspect you liked what it did to your body. you liked the way my kiss made your body feel. once, i let you wrap your palms around my neck to feel the tumor ride my throat like an elevator. you wear sweat shorts and i still want to fuck you. once, you gave me a bouquet of pink roses or was it a fury of your puckered lips, when your elbow found mine in that crowd after a year of our mouths not speaking, i was not happy to see you. i was relieved. once, you said a person is either a peacekeeper or a pot stirrer. (think about that for a second) we both knew which i am. i bet you think you're a peacekeeper. i bet you think magicians don't exist. you are the first dizzy wind spell to trip my tornado. once you smiled in my direction and balloon the loose, there i went so high i forgot which came first, you or the dream of you. you told me once after work you took the bus all the way west to watch the sunset only to miss it. you said you were so glad you made it to me on time. if you came back, i would not ask why. you may say none of this ever happened. three, i drink my coffee black, but you don't like coffee. you like what it does to your body, you like the way coffee makes your body feel so you take your cream and sugar with it every morning. this is not about you. i just like how looking at you makes me feel. twice, i asked to kiss you. the second time you said, "I just don't think I can give you what you want." really not sure then why you kissed me back the first time. i suspect, you liked what it did to your body. you liked the way my kiss made your body feel. once, there was a lump in my throat, i liked to believe it was a metaphor for every feeling i have ever swallowed. a plain tumor was all it really was. see this is my story. i have woken up, looked in the mirror and thought,"damn. i look good today." and you wear sweat shorts. in public. and i still wanna fuck you. once you gave me a bouquet of pink roses or was it a fury of your puckered lips, if i am late it is because i am too anxious to leave. i don't know how to plan time so when your elbow found your way to mine in that crowd after a year of us not speaking, I was not happy to see you. I was mad that i was relieved. cut to me laughing, blushing, of course, weren't you dancing beside me? but we were no full moon. once you said a person is either a peacekeeper or a pot stirrer and we both knew which i am and i bet you still think you are a peacekeeper. in my poems, you are the dream of you. maybe is this alternate universe where the falling stars were just glitter. just thousands of tiny led lights poured down from the sky. that July was a fire, but it minded it's own business and that following June was just another 30 days the moon was a strawberry. it might have been the drugs, but the shadows on the ceiling were not dancing again. I was walking backwards when i met you. i made all of this magic and i bet you think magicians don't exist. well you are not the first boy who i wrote into existence or loved, you are just the first dizzy wind spell to trip my tornado that time you smiled in my direction, and balloon on the loose there i went, so high i forgot which came first, you or the dream of you and it's that thought that unties my shoelaces. because once we were a crescent moon, weightless as a smile. and i love you. still. i'm not sorry. i just can't write about you anymore. so let's see how long we can go without talking. this time i will really try to forget your birthday. maybe. if you came back, i would not ask why i miss you, but i don't wish you were here. and you may say, none of this ever happened, but all of the details sure fit. so abracadabra.

“So let’s see how long we can go without talking. This time i will really try to forget your birthday”

“I am not happy to see you, I am relieved.” Damn

“In my poems you are the dream of you” 4:51 wow. That’s brilliant

I have never run into a poem that so perfectly encapsulates the first person who truly broke my heart but learned to stay away from after much back and forth over years.

i like how she says the word sorry 😂

You can tell how nervous she is when she has to flip pages but she’s grown so much

“i just like how looking at you makes me feel”

This poem is great she is the one that made me love poem's

Damn what a roller-coaster this piece is. I don't think I've ever had a poem that's both made my heart smile and broken it repeatedly before so congrats on such a unique achievement. 😂♥️💔😍

"Thanks for clapping" --- she is so cute. I ❤ her.

I think she might just be one of of my favorite poets. Like wow. I love every poem she writes.

i love her she just puts all my messy emotions and perspectives into words

this is one of the greatest poems i’ve ever heard

This is so thought out and beautiful. I’ve never seen a poem this format before and it’s genius.

I am so unbelievably in love with this poem, can't describe why but I have to hear it over and over again

Every one of Sabrina's poems are so powerful. She always tells such powerful stories and elicits such strong emotions.

here I am, for the 9283719427372 time watching this and yet, it still gives me goosebumps.

every single time.. goosebumps all over my whole body.. i am absolutely in love with this poem 🥰🥰💖 i feel it in my soul

The way she just talks to the croud while flipping the pages makes the poem 1000 times better, and trust me I didn't think it could get any better

It seems we lived exactly the same story, exactly the same months. The details are so similar that it made me cry and a few years have passed since I asked for that second kiss. I still remember his birthday, though.

Still I get goosebumps to this poem every single time I listen to it

This makes me cry everytime I come back

I’m just starting to get into listening to poetry slams, so far it’s been a lot of Sarah Kay, but I like hearing the different rhythms of other poets. But it’s a little tricky for me to decipher what they’re saying. But this one kind of reached me at some points. Like when she mentioned how the person likes how coffee makes them feel, instead of appreciating it for what it is. How did everyone else start to get an ear for this art of poetry? Am I not listening right?

Sabrina went in on sweatshorts!

I think this is my favorite of her poems, wow.

1 and 2 great, no 3 i just love it. Makes me happy and sad.💔❤️

I relate to this one waaaaaaaay too much

I have never loved a piece of poetry this much

This is an absolute masterpiece! Truly brilliant how the 3 sides just fit together. And also how it feels so applicable to my personal life too. Let’s see how long we can go without speaking, but honestly I still have not forgotten your birthday (17/8)

whoa much respect for sabrina. whenever i watch her performances she just introduces me to a new style of writing like whoa

‘See this is my story’ YES!

powerful poem! i love her presence-almost ethereal, like she could get through anything

She is so amazing..she is my favorite poet..❤

RU-vid is really missing a love button. I wanna give it more than just a thumbs up

When she said sorry at the end I was like oh shes Canadian, I love how you guys pronounce it oh instead of awh such a fun detail in your accent.

I really can't stop myself from hearing her poem

I love this poem (so so much). I love Sabrina (so so much). I LOVE her shirt.

"you are not the first boy who i wrote into existence or loved, that thought unties my shoelaces" that's beautiful

This is my favorite poem, I took the liberty of translating it to Spanish, I think its a true masterpiece

"...the falling stars were just glitter." ❤️

forever and always my favorite poem

I love how she wrote this. It was absolutely min-blowing how she did, and I'm proud. Holy shit.

Hi Sabrina, thanks for the crystal and the words.

I loveee everything Sabrina-related ❤️❤️❤️

I LOVE THIS.

there are no words to describe how her poems make me feel :(

And this is why she's my favorite poet out here

I love her voice

Such an amazing and beautiful young woman. I wish her an amazing life. The kind that someone such as me will never see

1:26 She’s frickin adorable ohmygod

I love your poems

This is beautiful. I love your poetry, and presentation.

This poem just changed my life.....

I was mad I was relieved

gosh i love her

When she read it through her perspective (the second time) it felt like deja vu😂😂😂😂

This poem is amazing, beautiful, and inspires me to get out my pen again lol. I'd love to meet Sabrina one day, I feel like she'd be such a cool person to be friends with

Off topic, but her top is so pretty.

Wow I did not know that you had a The tumor my brother had a throat tumor as well it’s interesting that you used it as a metaphor for swallowing all your emotions I hope he reads this point I really feel like your insight into it might help him thank you for sharing your gifts with the world I wish I had enough bravery to do the same

I love her poems ❤❤❤

U r amazing sabrina.... Loved ur poetry very much

This is beautiful

You are a memory of a dream of another dream within a memory of you🏵

This is so freaking good

This is simply amazing

this is absolute fire.

I love this is so much

kisses and coffee line, eye-opening

This ❤️

AAAAAA y is this hurting that muchhh!!? Awesomeee!! I felt like i am the one speaking lol ✊🥺❤️

This poem untied my shoelaces 😅

WOW 😍😍 that was awesome!

Well I can't relate to this. But still good.

Beautiful

Dang, You go girl!👏👏👏

love this 🥰

It's his birthday today, safe to say I still haven't forgotten but I'm trying.

0:56 whoa

❤❤❤❤

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS

What form is this?

Interesting.

so good t hurts

💛

"This time I will really try to forget your birthday."

1:06

I love her energy ! I’ve just started up my channel and uploaded a new poem called recovery , I’m trying to upload on a regular basis 🥰 Hope to see your views and comments there 👋💕

I drink my coffee black but you don't like coffee you like the way the coffee makes your body feel so you take your creamer and sugar with coffee

confusing in a pleasant way .

"that july was a fire that minded its own business" jesus

Soarry!

You said a person is either a peace keeper or a pot stirrer. And we both know which I am.

God.damn.girl

She sounds so much like Demi Lovato

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