Slow Metamorphosis

I went to an open mic poetry event up in Harlem at Sisters Bookstore with AB. It was great. We walked in and the people there were so friendly to us, like we had known them all along. It was supposed to start at 8pm but you know black folk….always on CP time. LOL. Well the decided to get started at about 8:30 and at that point there were 6 of us, 2 moderators, the store owner, a writer and AB and myself. but as soon as she started all these people started filing in. All in all there were about 15-20 people there and there were only about 5 women, which I thought was amazing since most men I know don’t really go functions like this. There was a father and son duo that performed their pieces one after the other and I’m telling you the son BLEW IT UP! He was great, saying some real thangs. I have never been to an open mic before…well not really…college don’t count. Does it? But anywho…I have NEVER even thought about performing one of my pieces in front of actual people. I guess I feel too emotionally connected to the words I write. I would probably pass out. Lol. But the moderator kept insinuating that she wanted us to do something at some time in the future.ahh nah.
But what is weird about those events that after you go all off a sudden your creative juices start flowing and you have all this stuff in your head. I need to start carrying a little notebook with me to capture them on the page. How many of you guys write? And how many of you share what you write?