Slam

Imagine I am middle schoolish
(or if you prefer, you can call it Jr. High)
And I am at a poetry slam
I might be brave enough to risk looking foolish
I might be quiet and quite shy
Perhaps that’s who I am
Or I am popular and this is just fun
Middle school girls in concert scream
As I approach the stage
Or will at least when I am done
As down mom’s cheeks tears also stream
For I am older than my age
So judges please be kind to me and mine
Perhaps what we think deep ain’t so
But we try hard to find that Zen
And on a scale from 1 to 9
Please start from 8 or more
And please make mine a 10