The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry

I never chose to be what I am,

some woman of poetry;

a victim of slam?

& never meant I,

to take this road,

.

.

.

down.

But fate led me.

My parents wrote the diary:

Yes, they who,

laid hands...

Just to escape the world's way,

their day to day.

&

It kinda grows on you,

the way the world disapproves

of a slammed down me,

except in poetry...

& I never asked for this,

unenlightened sense,

of

only me,

The Girl Who Reads Slam Poetry.