Thursday, May 24, 2007

Poetry Slam

I went to an open mic night, and read a poem, which of course is the cliche treatment for anyone with aversion to speaking in public. But what the hell. Heart thumped and everything, but I remembered every word, kept my posture straight--probably could have smiled more, but got compliments and applause afterwards.

I was the only white person there. Twenty black women testified in crisp rhythm about the power of Jesus with their personal creations, punctuated by audience Amens. Also, a dwarf.

My selection, however, was Victorian-era sprung rhythm.

Praise Him!

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