Astoria Poetry Slam: I Am... Scholarship Slam - CLOSEDThis poem is about: MeMy community Comments Login or register to post a comment. fallorae 3 years ago I am, or, I was someone who didn’t know who I was, or, am. No way to start this poem, no way to really see Who I Am. It took one night to have everything settle in. My mind stirred during this one night. This poem wasn’t relevant before that night, I hadn’t even thought about it. Lights dimmed and then flashes happened Once, twice, three times The beats appeared in the back then the bass then the rhythm started and words soared through the room. It began in my feet. Waves traveled up my legs and rattled my empty chest. Vibrations shook my ribs and my body was overcome. My mind was excited and forgot everything. Everything. I was so used to an empty chest that when weight entered – a good kind of weight, the heavy feeling didn’t feel so somber for once. I felt proud to carry myself for once; I was proud to be in that moment. Lyrics swirled around my head as bodies pushed against me. I held on to the one person I’ll always need as we let loose and danced to the music surrounding us. I am who I am when dark walls, strangers, and music surround me but I don’t feel alone.