This poem came because I was working on a slam poem and I had the form and the rhythm that I wanted to use, but I didn’t have anything to say. So I came up with the opening line to this. It was after I wrote it and was thinking of a title that the idea of worship came to play. The original title was “Preparing to Preach” and I may in the end like that one better.
I don’t have words yet,
But I know how I’m gonna say it when I have them
I have the form ready
Just waiting for the inspiration
Just waiting for something important to say
Like a 16 year old rebel
I spit out lots of words
Without saying anything.
Like the teenage revolutionary
I am ready to stand up and fight for…
…for whatever there is to fight for
I have the desire but not the knowledge
I have the passion but not the heart
I know that I will shout some
And spend some time whispering too
And speaking in that way that makes everyone think I’m serious
I will stand tall on the truth
And not back down from people who want to
Put me down
Hold me down
Push me down
From people who want to
Take my voice
Hide my words
Steal my message
Whatever that message happens to be.
I don’t know what I want to say
But I know how I want to say it.