Knock Knock

Knock Knock

First time I have seen this, I was immediately blown away by his voice and the meaning of his poem. I couldn't relate myself to his poem, but the power of his voice manages to create a vivid image of what he is talking about. I feel that I am him when he knocks on the glass window in the penitentiary's visiting booth. The emotion and power of his voice just run through my whole body, creating a sense of sorrow yet optimism.
When I see people performing their own poems on stage it makes me want to be up there and express my writing. Even though it is a dream of mine to perform at a poetry slam, my presentation skills are not up to par. Personally, I need to work on my stage fright and overcome this obstacle if I want to be performing in front of a live audience.
Currently, I am working on this phobia by doing a lot more presentations in my business classes, so I can deal with the hundreds of eyes that are staring at me. The feeling of a head rush and trembling hands when they stare at me are minimizing and becoming to be less frequent when I perform or present. Hopefully, in the near future I can find a poetry slam that I can sign up for and deliver the best poetry performance of my life.