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.
Let it out
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