I used to scream and shout. ya see I had to get them out.
I could never get them right.so I felt some odd delight in grabbing their attention In the warmth of that spotlight.
I didn’t care if I was an octave too high, because I had their eyes, I had their ears.
I wanted to move them to tears, so they could feel how I feel,
then I wouldn’t feel so bad.
I wanted an avenue for attention. Why not? I’ll be the only one on the stage.
I’d think, “look at me here” and “all I want is for you to look and hear”
but that’s so childish, so selfish, so not what I wanted to be
so I needed a new reason to write and to speak.
And I’ll admit some of that selfishness is still there, but I’m prepared to do much more than just make people see me.
I want to inspire the next needy artist
I want people when they think of me to want to work their hardest.
True I want people to fall in love with my words,
but I want the lines and verbs to do more than just impress.
I want them to absorb what I’m speaking. I want them to speak back.
I Want to see what you have to say just to see if maybe it’ll affect me too.
And if you do maybe we can sit and talk for a few.