For a venue I can go to where I can wear my own shoes and know that they are the right ones.
Where I don’t have to hold my tongue and not make a sound,
Or know that my hands are not bound
Where I can stand proud with my head — and not my hands — up
And have nobody frowning or looking down.
A place where I can rest easy knowing that I don’t have to stress seeking what I have already found.
A place where I don’t have to hide or pacify what’s inside,
But I can demonstrate it with pride.
I am not looking for a place that is perfect.
I am looking for a place that is mine.
For a decent period of time, I had stopped writing and performing poetry. The creative activity was pushed aside, apart from very special occasions. This poem, while only part of it stands here, was a piece that I wrote for the first time I performed at an open mic, and the first time performing in a few years. So while I don’t think the it is the greatest, it does hold special significance for me.
You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream – C.S. Lewis