My Biggest Competition Poem by Da'Vetta Hayes

Take deep slow breaths as you get into place

Rehearse until you are sore and tired

Fight the burning sensation telling you to quit

Keep going until you cant go any further

You are weak and insecure

You will never make it in this world with that

your performance was weak and too stiff

more gestures, more fluidity ought to do it



I start to hate these remarks and settle

Never understanding why i wasn't good enough

Always being torn down with small issues

Being attacked with things I cant change

My voice, my ways, and myself...I am who I am..

I finally come to realize that I will never be good enough

Because i am critiquing myself so now I see




I am my biggest competition.....