Mouse Sky@sky@thetransagenda.gay
Last night I returned to an open mic I haven't been to in a while. It's difficult for me because it's where I met my ex and my former best friends. Despite her not usually showing up, my ex was there last night. Neither of us interacted, she went earlier, my system held a very growly Arial at bay, and my ex left before I got up on stage.
Which was her loss, because I crushed it up there! Not only did I look cute AF, but I hit first with a wholesome Rose the Rainbow Mouse story, then followed it up with a poem I wrote to my childhood self. Between the poems, I talked about being alone, about being plural, and about growing up confused as to why I was always being picked on.
I forgot how much reading poetry on stage means to me. It's powerful. I can take up as much space on that stage as I want. No one can stop me from sharing my heart up there. Not the people I called my best friends that cast me out. Not the woman I wanted to spend a lifetime with who called me manipulative for having a breakdown. No one.
Image CW: EC
- posted by Beautiful Sky