Poetry is so much more powerful when it is spoken aloud.
Today I had the distinct honor to be included in a training with the Asian American Mental Health Forum in Boston, MA. There were speakers and performers, and artists, and we were able to take part in workshops, and I came away with so very much information and I am still processing it.
The workshop I was able to take part in was on the Spoken Word, a poetry workshop, lead by Christina Chan, who is a playwrite, and Princess Moon, who is a performer of spoken word poetry. We each wrote a piece based on our own identities. I am going to share mine here.
I am a broken hurting child, parenting broken hurting children.
I am a princess and a slave, helping free my fellow slaves.
I am a traveler and a homebody, living vicariously through my traveling friends.
I am a painter, using words and color and thoughts.
I am a mother, grieving the mother I didn't have.
I am a healer, healing others while I heal myself.
I am educated, helping educate others about pain and trauma.
I am wife to the sailor and pastor.
I am majority and minority, German and Jew, Irish and Indian (Native American).
I am loved and lonely.
I am friendly and friendless.
I am a leader, following hard after my leader.