When I Go Out To Speak
When I go out to speak,
I mean to be heard,
giving voice to the spoken word.
I am one of many,
one of the chosen few,
of a distinguished crew.
Poets who answered the call,
Wordsmiths, Storytellers
Versifiers, master mighty mouth
Manipulators and speakers of the truth.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Young and old alike.
Tonight, those of us
who are not wrapped too tight.
Can only hope to hold your attention,
With a world’s fair of the words.
Whenever we choose
to stand and vent.
It is a poetic expressions event.
We dim the lights
in someone’s living room.
Appear in the middle of a café
sometimes with a Dee Jay.
Making our stand accompanied by a band,
in the spotlight on stage.
Or in the middle of Bookstores,
Bars and Restaurants.
Standing on a soapbox
in New York’s Time Square.
That’s right I’ve been there.
Poets everywhere at some point
Stand on a rock and scream
at the world.
To say or to convey,
To spit or express
To give nothing less
Than their very best.
When we go out to speak,
We mean to be heard,
Giving voice to the spoken word.
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