D.J. Morgan
Morgan is a recent graduate of USC with a major in public policy, management and planning, and is just starting his final year as a hurdler for the USC track and field program. Originally from Pacoima, Morgan was recruited from Taft High School to play football for the Trojans. He battled knee and ankle injuries in his four years on the team and ultimately decided to dedicate his final year completely to track. He finished his football career with 364 yards on 83 carries with one rushing and one receiving touchdown. As a member of the track team in 2012, Morgan recorded a 14.21 wind-aided personal record in the 110 high hurdles.
Growing up with a music producer for an older brother, Morgan remembers playing music and rapping along at an early age. That introduction to music sprouted a passion for writing, and a desire to express himself in a way different from most. He wrote his first poem for a competition his senior year in high school, and has been writing ever since. When injuries began to bother him early in his USC football career, Morgan used pen and paper to work out his frustration. He writes, not to be published, but as a way to process and explain his thoughts and emotions.
Here is an excerpt from one of D.J.’s recent poems, which can be heard in part on the podcast:
It’s crazy to watch every music video and listen to every word that they’re saying
But can’t stay awake in church the night before playing
Our queens aren’t queens and our dads aren’t dads, it’s sad
Our women used to be called beautiful, pretty and gorgeous
And now they’re glad to be called bad
Since when did being bad become good and being a good girl become bad?
Since when could you have a child and not be a dad?
Bad is not good, bad is bad
We chase material things, cars, jewelry and bags
Stop chasing money and fame
But seek the heart and the brain
Because a real man that’s sane
Will express his feelings and show you the road that he came
And help you pave your own lane
But music, TV and media have all of America lost
That’s why this poem is called society’s brainwashed