Poetry Slam

So last weekend I went to a poetry slam....it was my first time attending one and the whole experience was like putting a sock on a wet foot- erksome, frustrating and in the end just uncomfortable. It caused a reaction within in me so great that i felt i had to write an e-muse about it....for those who don't know a poetry slam is a contest between poets who recite their own personal poems and then are judged and a winner is determined....and by recite i mean they express their poems with their bodies as well as voice and really act as if the words in the poem are part of a conversation the poet is having with the audience...it can get pretty intense......aside from feeling a little out of place amongst the more artsy and all those people who only eat organic food (more power too them i couldn't handle life without taco bell- which is probably a bad thing but its my life leave me alone) anyways the poets were very passionate and everything but it seemed like every poem was sad, depressing, angry and/or enraged and it made me think about all the really sad, depressing, angry and/or enraged people there are in our country let alone the world....this poetry thing was just an example and maybe i'm just majoritizing (i don't think thats a word, but i like it so i'm keeping it) the angry people because they are so much easier to spot then the generally happy people which is decieving because some of the generally happy people only seem to be generally happy and are really very angry inside.....which is confusing...it seems like we even label people now by the level of angryness or depressedness or sadness or rage that they exhibit...like for example the emo kid (so sad angry and depressed they could sufficate puppies.....it makes me feel awful just thinking about it).... emo kid is probably the most prominent label...other than raging bitch and i don't think i have to explain that one.....what causes this unhappiness you say? there are too many factors that contribute to unhappiness that i don't want to explain them and if i did i would forget one or two or maybe three then someone would notice and remind me of it or them and that would make me feel unsubstantial thus lowering my self-esteem and turning me into an angry person....not to say theres anything wring with being angry sometimes....its just i really wanted to hear a poem about something more than just wanting to die or about how much america sucks or about how no one loves you or about how your life is tough because of your races' past (for the record slavery was not my idea.....please stop making me feel guilty about it.....what do you want me to do about it now?). In fact i will write a non-sad/angry/depressing/enraged poem to start all you angry poets on the right foot...at least try it out once just to see how it feels......please hold a couple days for the new poem and if you'd like to submit one of your own i would love to read it...
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