I am arranging
Words that I can be often changing,
In a challenge of poetry that’s blazing
A trail of fire which is flaming
And lighting up the staging
On which I perform on,
As if like a rockstar performing their song,
I rip words out and scream them loud
Like a veracious howl
And in this moment I am in the present now,
Ignoring those who try to distract, calling foul
I Press on regardless in the only way I know how
And when I finish my recitation I take a bow
And hope that the audience scream out loud
Their approval for my poetry I read aloud,
In a hope to get them engaging,
In my performance that I put my self out to recite
And Braving,
The potential ridicule
And the shaming,
To rise to the glory
Of telling a story of the courage we should all show in life.