The Sanj; she went, she saw and she conquered.
I have come to report to you from the world of Spoken Word Poetry….it was a blast of an evening as I heard some great artists perform and the Sanj herself got up there and threw in her 2 cents of poemy goodness (??).
I did not progress beyond the first stage of competition (12 randomly drawn poets competing)….but I was happy to have taken the stage at all…I was definitely a bit nervous after hearing how great the others were…BUT then I realized this is all for fun AND there was no point in being negative…Here’s one of my poems:
“The last birthday card I gave you spoke of our shared history,
our unique past because we were both raised by our parents.
Maybe that we get along because they never got along.
An explanation for our strangeness, our derangedness, our you-can’t-changedness.
We were their life’s work, their contribution, their rendition.
The Big C you called it,
Soon after losing you, I saw them on the bus.
A bus full of humanity
I sat on the curb that night after the bus dropped me off
I used to hate that I could fool everyone in the room but you…
Just like you taught me how to eat with my mouth closed,
Can anyone else share with me, bear with me the gift and weight of our past?
A decade now without you, the you that was supposed to be there every day.
Your dying got me thinking, got me living.
That last birthday card spoke of the exclusive club of siblinghood
No one will ever get me, like you got me.”