so after I did my poem this man came up to me and was like, when you read your poem, I saw Shannon come through, and I thought of Sheila, and it was touching. thank you for your performance, I needed to see her again. I thanked him and hugged him, but I didnt really understand the gravity of that. then at the end of the slam, I learned that Shannon was his daughter and she was a youth poet but she died in an accident, and then his wife Sheila died a few years after, and it was just so heavy and I almost cried and I went up and hugged him again and that was honestly better than anything that could have happened.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 22:26:52 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015