This Is It
I think, "I can't believe I volunteered for this"
My name is called and I run onto the stage.
I hear the crowd cheer and hiss.
They're excited and engaged!
I'll be teaching and leading an energizer.
My microphone, I bring it closer to my face.
My helper, I look at her.
And proceed with growing anger, but with grace.
I finish yelling the last verse,
I thank the invigorated crowd and run off stage.
I high-five my fellow camp staff and quietly converse.
That was my best rendition yet, I've broken out of my cage.
This poem is about:
Me
My community