Around the world Performance Poets are springing up from under rocks and 3-bedroom apartment buildings. These people entertain you with a soup of expression. (Ingredients: Poetry, Rap, Beat, Omph, Bam and X). And these people do Poetry Slams which can be explained here. And Australia has a National Slam which would be nice to win one day next year.

This makes sense to me, because a lot of the time when I write poetry, it is not suited to live purely on the page. There are breaks and rhythms and emphasis’ there that cant be shown through grammar. Its like just reading the lyrics to a song and then actually hearing it. I comes alive in your mouth.

So this is an art form I think I could explode in. I love writing, I love performing. This could be the best combination of my talents?

But as i sit at my computer, watching Youtubes of different performance poets, I realize that I am not like them. I don’t have political messages or a rap/hip hop edge to my words. My poems sound naive and silly and possibly not-good-enough (for the world) to love. I think this whenever I see artists I really admire. “why am I not like them”. But the thing I really admire about them is that they follow their own path. They just do there thing and it works and people love them for them.

So I am learning to trust the little voice in my head that says “yes”. I am learning to close my eyes and end up where I want to go because I am unique and amazing and… all I have to do is be as ME as possible and the world will cartwheel in amazement. (Well, thats the plan). Even if the world doesn’t Cartwheel in amazement, thats ok. Because its not like I could have done any better being someone other than me. So all I can be is me, as much as I can, all the time, everyday. *relief and biting my bottom lip*