War of Words

I stand before the judges

Ready to speak at the slam

The judges look into my heart for emotion

As begin to recite the poem I made

As I begin the crowd seems to be zombie like states

I begin to worry but I notice

They are entraced by the emotion of my voice

I emphasize the words of point

I make a tradjedy with my words 

I finish 

I see tears in the eyes of all but one judge

They snap me off stage and the only words i can concieve

For the next competetor are

Good Luck