SpokenWordArtistsAreALotLikeStrippers

We stand in front of strangers

And bare everything we hide from everybody else.
So you can judge every angle of my soul

While I open my arms so you could see

Every scar in the space between my fingertips.

We spend minutes on stage that feel like years…

Naked like the day we were created.

Before we figured out how to hide our emotions

When that snake told us we were too special to feel anything.
And that forbidden fruit is still caught in our throats…

I’ve just been trying to get it out.

See…most people only take all of their clothes off

With people they’re comfortable with.
The same goes for secrets.

But we do both on a regular basis

Because that’s what we’ve started to rely on

to get us through our tough times.

So we won’t judge you.
Until we’ve seen everything

under that facade you show the world.
Because we know just what it feels like

To stand in front of people we will never know…

That will judge us.

Based on that one window in time

When we stood on that stage and showed them everything.