Amongst a library stack, surrounded by those whose words are already inked in success and bound by triumph , I performed in my first ‘slam poetry’ competition.
What a setting.
What a feeling.
What an experience.
I went there alone. No family member, or close friend, was told about my plan to enter a competition. A month leading to this night, I was preparing myself at workshops I would pass off as ‘listening sessions’.
I would say we are speaking in front of a group.
But never would I say it was to compete.
I didn’t want anyone to know.
I didn’t want another influence, telling me why I was doing this.
Why my gut ached to do this.
Why it mattered to me.
I was selfish.
I wanted this for myself.
And never has self-liberation felt as good as tonight, realising that you, and you alone, can be the driving force leading to victory.
To the slam poets out there, I raise my voice, and salute you all.