My 1st Slam

When I started slam poetry I didn't really have any free verse poems, so I wrote this one a day or 2 before the event and called it My 1st Slam.

I've always been good at poetry,
and far ahead of my years,
but now that I'm competing poetically,
my spirit hick-ups in fear.
I HAVE TO KNOW! Whats riding on this is an emotional bank role to choke a hippo!
This is my soul!
Where will I go? Will I be somewhere? I don't know!
I just had to tell someone all of these thoughts and feelings within and sitting there was a paper and pen (how convenient!)
But my easy way out was a path less traveled with dense vegetation of thoughts from the heart, and creatures of writer vulnerability that could tare you apart.
So you better get up, get trucking get a head of the pack or else you're a snack,
AND DON'T LOOK BACK!
Because it looks like the easy way out!

Author's Note

Blah blah? It's past 2 am over here, and I cant stop transcribing poetry.
ignore spelling
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