Figuratively Literal
My words used to be constricted
To the thoughts inside of my head
Until I picked up a figurative pen
And let the words spill
Across the figurative paper.
I have never felt comfortable with my voice
Or with my appearance
Or my ability to speak my thoughts.
Thus, I turned to more silent subjects
Things that I could do independently,
Quietly,
Such as mathematics or writing fiction.
I never focused on myself.
These impersonal hobbies made it impossible to consider
Just how valuable my insight is.
I never once thought of reclaiming my voice
- Thought that it needed to be reclaimed –
Until I was introduced to the art of speaking one’s words
Out loud
For the rest of the world to hear.
Before I discovered the power of slam poetry,
Poems never held much meaning to me,
To the dull shell which I used to inhabit,
Which I continue to inhabit
With holes starting to form,
Letting the light in.
I never truly understood
How easily the words could flow from one’s mind
Into rhythmic cadences
Without the presence of established patterns.
Poems are more than mere descriptions
Or exclamations of love
Bur rather they are lived experiences
Half-processed thoughts
Raw emotions.
How easily ideas can pour from my heart
Onto a page on a screen,
Turning the literal into the figurative.
With every slam I write
I learn more about me
And the pressure slowly building up
With no escape
For the past twenty years of my life
Begins to diminish.
A dash of hope
And liberation
Fills the depths of my emptying parts.
Slam poetry has taught me
To be unafraid and unapologetic.
I can finally breathe life into myself figuratively
Recognizing that it’s hard to breathe literally
And that’s okay
That I like girls sometimes
And that’s frustrating
That I count myself to sleep
And that’s explainable
That I just want to be loved
And that’s understandable.
I should not be ashamed
To raise up my arms to celebrate life
Because of something as natural as hair,
Something that grows back,
Was meant to be there.
I am unafraid to bare my arms
Bare my scars
Bare my heart to the world
And all the hurt it has endured.
I am unapologetic for taking myself
My literal thoughts and feelings
And making them figurative lines in a poem
To make them more understandable
And digestible to me and the world.