You were on Stage - A poem about a poet

You could tell it was her first time The way that she rhymed, ended each line Bendin' the vibe on the black divide I knew why she cried. Cuz she died inside with each breath Bringing back to life emotions that need rest She's blessed, but shed rather take a recess Being a poet, she didnt know that there would be stress She guessed, but now her surety failed her As if the words mutiny and scrutiny ailed her Paled, her loss of breath made me hail her Distorted laughs alongst the feelings that assailed her And then, With no notes, she sang' what she wrote, Hook, line, and sink her, boomeranged what she hoped Letters sent to JAIL and convicted, I took notes Looked in my direction, my reflection on her nose Those who heard through the applause heard her speach To a boy she didnt know, but gave her somethin' to preach "Whats your name" she mouthed, clouded, she beseeched I never told her; Nameless souls are always best to teach.