I'm not a performative person
but I love to share things raw,
caught between the truth and you
- the tension in my jaw -
unwinds and winches,
back and forth it clenches
trying to find what to say to you,
- my friend.
If I make a mistake,
can we make amends?
With a poem on stage
and a mic in hand, or stand,
there's nothing to hold back.
Because you came to see
what there is to be,
and here is me for you to hear,
free.
