Between airbrushed photos
And toothpaste spotted mirrors
Among the pages of a diary
That developed into a shameful memoir
3 months ago I stood in front of an audience full of my closest friends and prepared to do my final performance as a member of Ebony Readers/ Onyx Theater (EROT). EROT, the spoken word group I joined in college, had become a huge part of my life. I would do anything for anyone in that group. I fought the emotion with knowing that very soon I would graduate and leave the group for good. The poem that I had prepared was extremely personal, took forever to write, and was the hardest piece I could have possibly chosen to perform. However, I knew in my soul I had to go out with a bang. I was ready to lay it all on stage and two-step across the stage at graduation. So I took a deep breath, stared at the audience intensely, and…..forgot my lines halfway through the poem.