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Sep 2011
There were all screaming our names.
The screams were intoxicating.
Feeling  anxious,
to release my inner words.

I hear the yells,
Becoming more frequent.
My body was itching,
To see the crowd.

Twirling my faith,
Finding confidence in the shouts.
Remembering the rhythms.
Restless,
to hear them birthed.

Its time.
Time to go on.
Can’t back out now.
Giving nervous nods and,
Good lucks.

I’m on stage.
The mic is inches from me.
I wrap a hand around it,
Feelings its cold beauty.

My heart beats louder,
Than the drum.
As the intro pours out.

Shaking,
my eyes close.
My mouth opens.
The words flow freely.
Weak at first,
Then strong and pure.

My excitement grows.
I open my eyes.
The crowd is lovin us.

My body starts moving,
To the bass.
Soon I’m all over the stage.
Jumping, yelling, and singing.

My voice is being heard.
My words are understood.
They realize who I am.
I realize who I am.
I am the,
The Rock Star.
Whisper Harris
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