Technically, this wasn’t my first time reciting a poem in front of a crowd, but it was the first time after my book release and it was the first time I stood among other poets who spoke. On a casual night I was out with friends walking the Hollywood Beach strip. We curiously entered a room that at the time only had a stage, some empty chairs, and a mic. The man at the entrance informed us that the open mic event would start in an hour, I gladly told him that I was a poet myself and would be returning to watch the show.
Our tickets came with a complimentary glass of wine. I sat, watched the artist on stage, and drank comfortably until that comfort was disrupted. The organizer of the event said there was a spot open and encouraged me to speak. I reacted discouraged. I don’t know if other poets are similar to myself, but I am very much introverted. So, I didn’t take the invitation with joy. Yet, thinking of my book and the possible exposure, I took advantage of the opportunity.
I waited, still drinking, and searching for a poem that would provide the best reaction. When indecision remained, I asked my friends, and was prompted to read, “Dreadlocks.” Dreadlocks is a sensual poem from my book that stands alone among a collection of mostly spiritual and lovelorn poems. It would certainly move the crowd; I agreed. Now that I knew what I would recite, all that was left to do was finish my drink and wait for my turn. Then it hit me, I was feeling a little tipsy. Yep, off of one drink; blame my empty stomach. Having to step on stage and read while lightheaded did nothing to ease my reluctance. “Don’t trip or fall and try not to stumble over your words,” is all I kept on repeating to myself.
Then, the moment came and I went up. I heard the oohs and awes from the crowd following my words and felt pleased. I left with no doubts. I would certainly do this again. I may still walk towards the stage with hesitation due to the print of my character, but with the first one down, I recognized myself no longer just as an author with a book of poems. I stepped off stage viewing myself a poet with loads of spoken word material, ready to be presented before an open mic.
Spreading hope,
Alisia
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