Carlos Andrés Gómez

Carlos Andrés Gómez

 New York City, New York, USA
SoloSpoken WordLatin

CARLOS ANDRES GOMEZ is one of a handful of poets to make the jump into the mainstream as a star of Spike Lee's #1 movie "INSIDE MAN," HBO's "DEF POETRY," and, most recently, TV One's "VERSES AND FLOW." The iconic Latino slam poet, a native New Yorker of Colombian heritage, performs across the world.


CARLOS ANDRES GOMEZ is an award-winning spoken word poet from New York City who has been hailed "a truth-telling visionary" by Brass Magazine and "a lyrical prophet" by the Caymanian Compass. A former social worker in Harlem and the Bronx and public school teacher in Philadelphia, Gomez has performed at more than 400 colleges and universities and toured across five continents. He is the author of the coming-of-age memoir "MAN UP: REIMAGINING MODERN MANHOOD," released by Penguin Random House. Named 2016 Best Diversity Artist by Campus Activities Magazine and Artist of the Year at the 2009 Promoting Outstanding Writers Awards, he is a two-time International Poetry Slam Champion (2006, 2010) who costarred in Spike Lee's #1 movie "INSIDE MAN" (Universal Pictures) with Denzel Washington, Jodie Foster, and Clive Owen. Gomez appeared in the 6th season of HBO's "RUSSELL SIMMONS PRESENTS DEF POETRY," for which he was voted Favorite Poet of his episode by viewers. He recently showcased his talent in MTV's first ever poetry slam alongside hip hop luminary Talib Kweli and appeared in the 3rd season of TV One's "VERSES AND FLOW." In May of 2016 Carlos’ poem, “What does Hispanic look like?,” went viral online: reaching 1,000,000 views in less than a month.

GOMEZ starred in the Emmy Award-winning "Respect Yourself" television spots by At Large Films and appeared in the 3rd season of the popular Showtime series "The L Word." He has been featured on a wide range of media outlets and platforms, including NPR, TEDxUpworthyThe New York Times, Mashable, MSNBC’s “Melissa Harris-Perry,” Central Park SummerStage, the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, Macy’s Passport Show, the Clinton Global Initiative Annual Meeting, on Broadway with Savion Glover, and at The White House.

Over the past decade, Gomez has shared the stage with many celebrated artists and icons, including Wyclef Jean, Gloria Steinem, Dr. Cornel West, Eve Ensler, Hozier, Sheryl Sandberg, MC Lyte, Saul Williams, and Mos Def.

Carlos was by far the most engaging and inspiring poet I have ever seen.
Drew Donica, Lawrence University student (United States)

Powerful and tear-jerking, a mind-blowing, perspective-changing experience.
Shannon Busta, Cord Weekly(Canada) 

a truth-telling visionary.
Sarah Higginbotham, Brass Magazine (United States)

Powerful, truthful, and sublime.
Dr. Cornel West 

***** (5/5 stars) Gomez lays himself bare, a quarter of the audience shed tears yet the show was uplifting.
Bernie Greenwood, Hairline Magazine (United Kingdom) 

Carlos Andres Gomez, a man so stunningly open, a poet so thrillingly fierce, that my students, normally so intellectual and analytical, couldn't resist the chance to share their most emotionally intimate stories of learning the world and claiming their voices in it.  And they haven't stopped since.
Cindylisa Muiz, Trinity School teacher (United States)

Carlos Andres Gomez is one of the most compelling voices of our generation.
Raw, entertaining, and empowering.
Imani Woomera, Slam Africa (Kenya)

Gomez's performance is part classic artiste and part lyrical prophet. Think Keats, meets Bob Marley meets Tupac Shakur.
Searlina Bodden, Caymanian Compass (Cayman Islands)



Written By: Carlos Andrés Gómez

You are everything, the only thing
if only everyone on this earth
could feel this

You are a bowl of Cap’n Crunch cereal
that won’t end
and I’m 4: in a bright red onesie
with the butt flap in the back, it’s Saturday morning
at 7 o’clock sharp…and “Transformers” is on
followed by “Fraggle Rock”
followed by the “ThunderCats”

You are that feeling of me walking out of that
middle school dance after kissing Natasha Bradbury,
that’s right, Natasha Bradbury, the older, 8th grade, woman
and all of my 7th grade friends and hers were watching

You are a hidden bucket of quarters
in my glove compartment as I realize the parking
meter is broken, the street sweeper only comes yesterday,
and the traffic cop is drunk toasting me from the bar across the street

You are a Scantron final exam in statistics
that’s already been filled in with a number 2 pencil
and just got handed to me by my professor
who winks and says, “It’s Senior Spring, Carlos – you’ve earned it.
Now get outta here.”

You are Batman trick-or-treating with me in 2nd grade,
the 3rd Halloween in a row I wore the bat suit

You are every single slap bracelet ever made
in a box on my front steps
and a Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory in my backyard

You are no wait time on the tarmac at LaGuardia

84 degrees with clear skies and a Slip’n Slide
ready to go

open road on the Autobahn
in a brand new Lamborghini Murciélago

You are waking up from a dream to see
Michelangelo painting the ceiling of my room for me

You are ozone pulled back together with light
like a set of curtains on Broadway

an AK-47 magically turned into plastic, a Super Soaker filled with Kool-Aid

You are prisons transformed into gingerbread houses,
life made into a big game of Cops & Robbers, and someone
just yelled, “Switch!”

You are landmines made into goodie bags, filled
to the brim with fresh fruit and Blow Pops

bombs that all blow up in the sky
as fireworks like Christmas tree ornaments
decorating the night

You are earthquake ravaged land in Haiti
turned to Nerf blocks and moon bounce floors
that leave victims only laughing
in stitches

politicians in Army fatigues
ready to take over the frontlines in Iraq,
so that all the troops can come home to their families

You are life decisions that can be reset,
like a video game, when they’re wrong –
only saved when you want them to

You are the first violin note in Beethoven’s
head that became his 9th symphony,
an opus his ears never knew because they were deaf
but a song he still knew by heart in his chest

baby, you make me a giddy kid again
each time
I see You

this feeling You give me would make a child
of anyone

if only

everyone on this earth
could feel your light
there would be nothing left
to hate or fight

and only room left inside of them
to celebrate
this life.

Copyright © Carlos Andrés Gómez All Rights Reserved by Author

Gifted (For Maya)

Written By: Carlos Andrés Gómez

My little sister likes to read Harry Potter books. Will spend
an entire afternoon doing nothing but something
she’s not supposed to be able to do.

Don’t be fooled, though, by the fluttering pages in her palms,
she’s channeling Da Vinci:

inverting words like a fresh bruise turned tangerine orange.
She picks the ripe hurt from a swaying branch in a chapter,
and we both hear Albert Einstein’s words echo up from the floor,

If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairytales.
If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairytales.

My little sister, Maya, likes to read fairytales, has always loved
it’s where we built her playground. She is Leonardo
minus the mirror. It took years for people to read
what everyone thought was Da Vinci’s own invented
language when all he did was just write

And just like Einstein and Leonardo, Maya has a gift,
some don’t think so and call her dyslexic.

She has a genius to her. Coded like the paragraphs her potent mind
distills. But like the clumsy coinings of Columbus and other amnesiac,
pompous explorers who stumbled into their backyards and claimed
they discovered India or Penicillin or what’s wrong with someone
they shame a label onto her
like dyslexia
like stupid
like suffering from a deficit of attention.

But while kids repeat monotone words from a teacher who might as well
be a cartoon parrot or a doll’s audio recorded voice or a Hooked on
Phonics tape acting as a babysitter,

while kids stuff their mouths with dull letters and muted sounds, Maya is
in a daydream.

They try to beat her down with a four-letter acronym baton but she’s too
busy directing the orchestra with her magic wand, a symphony of
mixed chlorophyll-tinged pastels, constellation-framed with songs
of a summer breeze-drenched field.

Maya’s dancing in that open clearing in the woods, scrawling
out recipes with Mozart in sweaty rooms of overcrowded notes.

She calls it a curse. I tell her it is a gift.

There is nothing wrong with you, Maya.

She asks me who with dyslexia has ever really done anything besides
this Leonardo Da Vinci or Albert Einstein
and I answer,

Well, I guess no one else really;

Ann Bancroft,
John Lennon,
Auguste Rodin,
Ansel Adams,
F. Scott Fitzgerald,
George Washington,
W.B. Yeats,
Agatha Christie,
Muhammad Ali.

Maya, your mind is a gift of greatness.

I’d rather see the page like you. Imagine all of the
possibilities at once, the paragraphs unhinged, each sentence
released by the first-hinted promise of a word, its promise
to make us free.

Copyright © Carlos Andrés Gómez All Rights Reserved by Author


"Vitruvius" (LP, 2010)
"Fate by the throat" (double LP, 2008)
"Live from New York" (LP, 2005)