You don't like what I say.
Or the topics that I write.
You don't like my performance,
When I recite?
I am so glad you are here.
It is now your time,
To take the spotlight away from me...
And to show your abilities at centerstage.
Why do you look afraid?
Make that part of 'your' act.
With the spitting of your venom.
You never know who might be out there,
Appreciating what you do and attracted to that!
What are you searching for?
Some assistance?
You didn't seem to mind,
To critique my performance.
And I was out there on my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem