I once went to a recital
For Spoken Word Poetry
A young man and woman
Repeatedly stepped up
And spilled their souls for us
Their lives washed the stage
In colors from distress to wonder
Their words were quirky and colloquial
Their hearts in every line,
Lines so full of emotion
They could be done no justice on paper
These words needed to be spoken;
Needed to be flavored
With intonation and movement
They taught me a new passion
Phil Kaye signed my book:
You are a wonder
How did he know?
He didn't know me
Or that I AM a wonder
He didn't need to.
We are all our own wonders
We can all shape our futures
To fit our dreams and use
The colors of our lives to do it
Stand up and speak up;
You are a wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem