Went To My First Poetry Slam Last Night

 

Last night, February 23rd I went to the listed event. The host invited me and I took a lyft there and back as I usually don't venture very south or north because of public transportation. Though I'm a poet, in no way, shape or form do I consider myself a spoken word artist. So I profoundly respect anyone who is because it's difficult. Until I went to an event, I've only imagined it difficult in terms of memorizing content. But now I see it's also about summoning the deepest parts of oneself out into the atmosphere completely yet without losing oneself in the emotions they're expressing. I knew it would be great, and it was better than I've ever imagined. I see now spoken word is deeply personal, more often than not facing difficult subjects and even more difficult personal navigation of said subjects. Everyone was so good, I mean, 'blown out of the water' good. Seriously, everyone commanded the space as soon as they stood up. I don't know if I'll participate in spoken word again, but it'd be most worthwhile for me to watch. 

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