


So Last Week Friday I was a part of the Martin Luther King Day Program with BPG. I was too sure that everything would go wrong, I knew that I would mess up and I kept saying it all week. I'm gonna mess up.... I'm gonna mess up... I just set myself up for the one, two. but we'll get there soon enough. As members of BPG we were offered the opportunity to write an "I Am" Poem that we would perform for this event. I signed up because I was looking through my notebook and saw a poem that I figured fit this topic very well. So I was so excited and proud of myself. So Proud that I forgot that I have hardcore stage fright. I know for a fact that I've gotten better with it over the years. I've taught workshops in front of hundreds of people through my job in Milwaukee. I had to have gotten better. I had no clue that there was a different type of stage fright. I just knew that I could jump on stage and have the same personality as the bouncy Agriculturally aware version of me that I was At Growing Power in Milwaukee. Who knew? Not me! Turns out that My approach was all wrong. Mistake number one... I have different alter egos... call it crazy if you want but I do... there are different ones for different types of messages I want to send. I even named 'em... but that's a different blog... So My alter ego for Growing Power was the environmentally friendly, people friendly, perky, poppy version. My alter ego for the MLK Program was supposed to be Hardcore.... Because my "I Am" was a Strong Warrior. I had it down too... All the way up to my last five lines... the same last five lines that I worked on all week because I would get that far into the poem and freeze... I couldn't remember those lines for anything. But I got it the last day. I had my poem down packed. I even went through the on stage rehearsals with great ease... no stumbling, stuttering, or sputtering. I had it. All the way up until I got on the stage and the loights were dimmed and there were people in the seats and the spotlight was on me. I was second to do my poem. I don't remember going up to the mic I don't remember saying my first words... I do however remember stopping at those last five lines. Supposedly I improvised and kept going and said something along the lines of I messed up but I'mma improvise son... I don't really know what happened but I know that I stopped and froze on stage... I felt really bad... but everyone kept saying that I did good. I felt more like the kid who missed the game winning touchdown in little league football. You have to tell that kid they did good or else they'd quit. But they've convinced me that it sounded okay. I was still really sad but I got over it quickly. They all made sure of it. We did really good overall we were even invited to repeat the show for several different people and ogranizations. So Now they have to talk me into retrying my poem and perfecting it.... We'll see.