This journey I have been on for the past two years have really opened my eyes to the poetry world.
Ever since I started slamming, I’ve done a lot of experimentation in the poetry game. I put my own spin on the styles of other people. But who am I kidding? I’m no Jefferson Bethke. And I am sure don’t claim to be an eloquent wordsmith (though some have said I had a way with words).
As an artist, I’m seeking to find who I am as a poet. Who do I speak for? Because I really don’t have a cause for people other than art itself.
I’m cis, caucasian, drive a Fiat, but I enjoy wearing camouflage hats sometimes. I was raised on country music, got through high school listening to punk, and I can go on about my spiritual journey. Least to say, it has been an interesting journey trying to find my niche to scratch.
But the big lesson I’m learning in the poetry world is that I have a perspective that nobody else has. Because of that, I don’t have to fear what the outcome is. God is in control of the scores and the audience reactions. All that matters is that I am myself in this art form.