The Mic
When I hold the mic
Everything feels so right
When I hold them the mic
I feel like I somehow know Hedwig Gorski
And I feel her so deep, I hold the mic
And I want to get lost in this deepness, want to get high from her dopeness
Then I let this performance art elevate me to heights only the eagles envy
She feels my words; takes them all in and turns them into a musical score
She gives me a space in which to place my words and everything feels so right
She makes them louder, my voice deeper and passes them on to my audience
When I hold the mic
I see the space between the words, the pauses, the rhymes, the punch lines
Most importantly I see the message
Eyes around but when I hold the mic,
It’s just me and the mic
© Namatsi Lukoye
Everything feels so right
When I hold them the mic
I feel like I somehow know Hedwig Gorski
And I feel her so deep, I hold the mic
And I want to get lost in this deepness, want to get high from her dopeness
Then I let this performance art elevate me to heights only the eagles envy
She feels my words; takes them all in and turns them into a musical score
She gives me a space in which to place my words and everything feels so right
She makes them louder, my voice deeper and passes them on to my audience
When I hold the mic
I see the space between the words, the pauses, the rhymes, the punch lines
Most importantly I see the message
Eyes around but when I hold the mic,
It’s just me and the mic
© Namatsi Lukoye
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