Spontaneously, I start
Free-styling poetry for my friend.
I end up thinking,
"I can't believe I said that out loud,"
But then it hits me, deep down, that
I wish there was a crowd.
I've been to a few open mics, and
It was nice to share what I write.
My legs shake on stage.
I gave up trying to control it.
I'm proud in spite of
The way I look afraid.
I refuse to hide it
When my legs shake.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
Spontaneously, I start
Free-styling poetry for my friend.
I end up thinking,
"I can't believe I said that out loud,"
But then it hits me, deep down, that
I wish there was a crowd.
I've been to a few open mics, and
It was nice to share what I write.
My legs shake on stage.
I gave up trying to control it.
I'm proud in spite of
The way I look afraid.
I refuse to hide it
When my legs shake.
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