THEY KEPT LOOKIN' AT ME

                                        THEY KEPT LOOKIN' AT ME

When I look out into the audience and I see people looking at me, I can’t really tell if they like what they see.

The expression on there face tells me many, many things, the smiles I see on some of the faces, I don’t know what it brings.

I began to recite myself deeply from the heart I’m hoping that these people are listening to me, as I manifest my art.

I take a deep breath and I began to speak, someone moves in there chair and another one sneeze.

I began to recite “to be or not to be”, they didn’t move, they just kept looking at me.

I gave my all, nothing but my best, these people were tough, they weren’t settling for less.

When I was done with my Poetry, they stood up and applauded and I bowed and looked forward.

They chanted my name and yelled “ENCORE”, “ENCORE”, as they smiled at me like never before.

I yelled out loud “to be or not to be”, as they held on to my every word, and they kept looking at me.