The Third Best Poet in the World
I recently met the tertiary prizewinner of
the World Poetry Grand Slam. She
Is the third best poet in the world. I am
not. She
Stands and recites her amazing version of
Her life story as if regaling a friend over
Coffee when in fact she is in a room full
of strangers. Strange how
One person can make you feel so much. Her
Expression expresses the feelings I had suppressed
Of confusion and love
Of connections to far off names and places I
am now so pleased
Never to have to return to. She
Is calm, confident and she uses her pain to
fuel her power. I am not
The third best anything in the world but
I too have pain to harness and the opportunity
to express...
Thank you for reminding me.
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