Short Spoken Word

(SEM Microscope. Image from: http://rsic.puchd.ac.in/images/image002.jpg).

It's about being short. But it's my longest one yet. What up! (It's longer not as much because I have more to say, but because I want to start making my spoken words a little longer). I'll try to have a video of it being performed on facebook soon, and I'll also soon hopefully make a post about some of my thoughts and experiences since I started college (briefly: I am trying out for two spoken word groups, one tomorrow and one saturday!), but for now just this spoken word.

Five Foot Five

Part 1: Me
To the metric system
Or I suppose it’s just the American
Us and our unilateral action
But to whatever measurements system we use
I stand 5 foot five inches
And that’s short.
Naturally you might be asking
Do I have a Napolen Complex?
So I respond, no.
No, I don’t have a Napolen Complex.
(Although if I did, I probably wouldn’t tell you.
But no I don’t.
In fact my whole life I have and will work tirelessly trying to fail everything to prove I don’t have a Napolen complex.
Just kidding.
So here’s the truth
I don’t have a Napolen complex)
In fact I have a nothingness complex
Not no complex, but nothingness
Cuz you see to myself sometimes I seem microscopic, nanoscopic,
I sell myself short
In exchange for an expanse
Of excuses and pity
But here’s the thing
The rates on excuses and self-pity
Just crashed, and their value is vacuity
As evaluated by the international board on being real.
The new value of the old set equates
To Empty emotional space
perhaps even debt
What I’m trying to say
Is it’s not something I want.
It’s not something I value,
or that has value.
And I know I’m about to make things a lil distended
On The Microeconomics lecture I just attended
But the opportunity cost for standing up full 5’5’’
Is Nill.
Do ya feel?
Other than the activation energy required
To break the self-conscious chains acquired
There is no cost of self-confidence
Only the exothermic enjoyment
Like I was oxygen, and here’s my breath of fresh air.
There is a reason for you to talk to me
like there is a reason for me to talk to you.
To learn, to laugh, to ‘shoot the shit.’
I am five foot five. I am right here.
And This poem, is my homogenous catalyst
This poem, is meant to fill the cyst
Of my fragile willingness to engage.
So in the adapted words of Bon Qui Qui
security..it’s time for this cyst to go.


Part 2: Others
Because here’s the worst part
Of my diffidence
Its like bad vector transformation
It’s one thing to inflict myself
But then I map my own insecurities on you
So 1. You now also need an SEM microscope
Or at least huge ass binoculuars to cope
And have the ability to perceive me
And 2.
I’m embarrassed to say this truly
But your value is adjusted retributively
To the physical appearance of you I see
But I’m tired of making you the judge of me
More so, me the defensive, vapid judge of you.
And it’s time to end this corrupting view.
The cessation only requires proper functioning
Of that inner strength of confidence.




So therefore. Part 3: Conclusion.
I am five’ foot five, readily in sight.
Hello, my name is David, it’s a pleasure to meet you all here tonight

~DKSays