Poetry Slam

I can’t sleep. Typical.  I have been falling asleep lately to my Dad’s  Play list on Apple Music. I fall sleep to that music often.  Sometimes I cry sometimes I smile to myself. Tonight, as I heard this song:

I didn’t cry as I put his songs on shuffle and remained wide awake in my bed in my dark room.  I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately! Especially today because I would like him to be here for Seanie’s milestone of passing his road test  and would like to hear what he thinks of his glasses.  I miss him!!!

As I heard this song,  Oddly enough, I thought my African-American literature class during undergrad.   Our assignment was to perform a poetry slam to something written by an African-American poet. My professor gave the class a lot of freedom in deciding which poet’s  work we would use.   It had to be an African-American poet and we only had to check in with Dr. Pollard, my professor,  to get approval before we could perform our poetry slam.  I chose this song to recite:

I thought it was strange that I was nervous before it was my turn but this song meant a lot to me! Sean was about 1 1/2  at the time and I really had to fight back tears as I spoke the lyrics to the song in front of the class. I remember one guy was kindof a jerk said something about not liking the sentiment of my performance but I didn’t care because I got through it without crying and got a good grade.  I chose this song for Sean.   I still think the words at the beginning of this song ring true for him and me.   Back then, I placed more importance on getting married but I haven’t yet so I don’t know about the end of the song but for Seanie, this song still makes me cry.