Hands

Lately i've been in a real poetry type mood. I think Frankie from Washington Heights made me remember how much I loved poetry. I hate writing it...(nor am I good at it), but I will say I love hearing it. I remember my sophomore year in high school, my friend Traci showed this video in class.  We were preparing for a poetry slam and everyone had to participate in it. When I first saw this video, I was mesmerized instantly. The way she describes hands and the symbolic meaning behind them was powerful. I was so inspired that I went into my "lab" and wrote a poem called "I am." The next day I performed it at the poetry slam we had in class. I was so nervous and so anxious...I wasn't sure how to keep myself content. Once I started performing, I was placed into another dimension as I felt what I was saying and as I said it so passionately.

I will never forget those moments of my listening peers as they paid attention to me. I will never forget the moment when I got so deep into what I saying that I surprised myself. I will never forget the moment that I won second place. And it's interesting because at that moment I felt infinite.