I’m usually quite comfortable here
Here in front of a hot mic
I can hold I can speak
I can dance I can sing
Hearing my voice with just a hint of lag
This I’m used to almost it feels like drag
I can preform I do not mind
I do not crave it either
For it’s just a part of life
When the mic is on and I stand here
I shake and I wimper
I cower but not from fright
I’m comfortable here
And it’s not the hot mic
It never ever was
It’s the gaze of many pairs
Some alive some silicon
They gaze onto me
It’s a strange feeling though
Recognizing a face among them
Does that bring comfort?
Or just knowledge
Knowledge of these soulful windows
a demonstration that they do care
I know this feeling and it is empowering
The hot mic is not a place of fear
A thousands gazes and souls
Are curious just as I
They’re here for each of us
as we are for them
I will stand tall and I will let you in
Each every eye behind which a soul dwells
my voice lagging just imperceptibly
But just enough to know I try it is amplified
My voice is amplified
Your gaze is amplified
A light’s spot is directed
These feelings aren’t new
They’re just amplified
And I’m happy and grateful
That I
That me
Myself and I
Get to share this space with you