This Is It

Mon, 06/24/2019 - 18:09 -- Minal.D

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

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