Poetry Slam

Does my posture hint who I am At open mic poetry slam I prefer to hide behind lime winged words On my pc or tablet or pen paper if I have it Will my message get loosely lost As you notice the style of hair I toss If I am short tall fat or thin Do YOU hear my message or take my presence in I don't always walk up to the mic And I'm wondering this teal thought tonight Is my heart a red paper valentine That presents as giving up on love in time I stand here on this stage Full of fear desiring fuchsia praise Seeking love of audience in my way Unity and community follow my page I am mistaken I am not a poet Just a lost soul hoping to grow it That special something the it factor Standing on stage as a benefactor. If you notice my shoes You know I'm an old soul Hearing my heart is bruised Told you so. I get confused with the snaps and claps All I want from you is a spiritual tap. I stood too long before the crowd I read my poem in a voice so loud I feel relief like yellow sun from cloud Thanks for listening glad I came out.