This Mic Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

This Mic! This mic is an intermediary between my deepest feelings and the audience; I feel like a camera when I stand before it as I capture every bit of emotion. This mic is a weapon I use to conquer all my fears; I feel like Shaka Zulu with it, piercing through every ear and leaving nothing but indelible messages therein. This mic is a gateway to my soul; the portal that leads you straight to my heart calling it the hepatic would be but only in vain. This mic is my hocrux, a segmented part of my life like the alter upon which I sacrifice myself and reincarnate daily; at best you can call me Lord Voldermot. This mic is where I lay all my burdens; like Joe, this is where I lose all my love and show you that even I too am broken. This mic is my mouthpiece; communicating everything I feel inside from my bones up and cleansing every bit of pain that my heart may harbor. This mic is where I give my whole leaving no stone unturned; this is where I find my freedom like the mighty Eagle sowing the skies, this is where even I can fly. This mic is where I show you that I am human; this is where I let my soul bleed profusely like a hemorrhage, feeding your sights with nothing but gory visions. This mic is where I do like a snake and peel off my skin; this is where I am unabashed to be naked so all of you can witness my scars, but I am a king best remember me as Mufasa. This mic is the only place I reveal my secrets; this is where I reach into my most clandestine memories and unveil the mask of the skeletons inside my closet. This mic is the breath of God; His desire to make someone in His divine image, a carbon copy of His awesome wonder and marvelous creation. This mic is simply, my life! #RhapsodyArts #Catharsis #KingTMC*