This Is Me

This Is Me

So, I met this remarkable young man a few years ago as he hesitantly got out of his car and walked up to register for our summer performing arts camp at Green Pastures Christian Campground. He was easy to spot since we get so few campers wearing dreadlocks. Most kids that weekend performed a dance, sang a song or played an instrument, but this boy said, “I’m going to read poetry. My poetry.” The crowd applauded at that announcement. It’s seldom we get writers out there. When he finished, they gave him a standing ovation.

Thus begin a friendship of several years between Jordan and this aging writer. He’s come to my house to share his poetry and we’ve had some good chats about what makes poem “speak.”

Jordan attended schools in Bloomington and Alton before entering Turner Jr. High in his seventh-grade year. He told me he was being lazy for an assignment in fifth-grade and wrote a poem. The teacher loved it, gave him an “A,” and he was hooked. And among his pocketful of arts, he includes dancing, being an accomplished Michael Jackson impersonator and is recently exploring the genres of dub step/pop locking and break dancing. He hopes to study electrical engineering some day. I’ve advised him that electrical engineers also write poetry and have been known to dance and convinced him that he needs a larger audience like perhaps the readers of The Source. If you see him, tell him what you think. Maybe we’ll get a few more out of him.

This is Me

The boy you’ve always seen in the hallway, but never spoken to.

This is me.

The student who could have his eyes open in class and still be asleep.

This is me.

The one who takes his time appreciating basic sentimental values.

This is me.

The guy with the dreads.

This is me.

The poet who writes on the shadows.

This is me.

The glowing sun that’s invisible at night time.

This is me.

The one who knows much and still makes poor decisions.

This is me.

The awkward talking poet period.

This is me.

Being proud of achievements with no one to tell them to.

This is me.

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