Ten feet away, an idol stands at a microphone in front of her.
The idol announces that her turn is up in 3, and she isn’t sure
whether she’s ready.
She’s never been one to be so real
in front of strangers, and she doesn’t want to steal
the spotlight from people
whose stories matter more than hers.
Not that she thinks she’s any good.
It’s the opposite. She supposes she could
decide to leave or withdraw, but she sticks it out.
She practically blacks out during the next two sets,
but she tries to focus.
The man before her is powerful
with a message that empowers.
Will her message empower?
But it’s her turn.
The idol returns and announces that she’s up.
Is that really her name? It sounds unnatural, and she wants to throw up.
But she stands up
and faces the open mic.
I did my very first open mic the other night. I read Stubborn and Enough. I think it went well, but it was terrifying. Thanks to everyone who supported me that night, and special thanks to Kristine for taking me.