This past weekend, I was able to participate in BYU's Winter Wonder Slam, the January 2016 edition of the fledgling Saturday Night Slam Series.
I had two friends participate in the event, and they rocked the socks right off everyone. Everyone clapped and hollered as they stepped off the stage, basking in the glow of their victory. They'd performed. They had let their light shine. And it was enough.
Each of the 28 or so performers had used their free time to pen words that meant something to them. They'd practiced their delivery, and they'd fixed their nomenclature and phrasing. They came ready to rumble.
I was astounded by everyone. Yes, some people stumbled over lines. Yes, some people were obviously nervous. Yes, some people said some things I didn't agree with. Nonetheless, it was important that they came at all. They put aside whatever inhibitions and fears may have been holding them back, and they came.
For a while there, I wasn't sure I was going to perform. I misunderstood how to sign up, and I was therefore absent from the final program.
Thankfully, I managed to bully my way up to the microphone while the judges debated over the final winners and the host stalled for time.
I had an absolute blast.
The delivery of my slam poem had some hiccups, but here is the original text.
My poem is called
EHNN!
Watch some game show contestants
To show their smarts
They submitted for testin’
The host says,
“Ok, we’ve all had some fun
You’ve come so far
You’ve almost done and won,
But one last question.
Contestant Number One,
Tell me, who’s the first
president of our union?”
“Uh … Abraham Lincoln?”
EHNN!
“I’m sorry, Number One, but you got a raw
deal
Contestant Number Two, you have a chance
to steal.”
“Um … Like, was it James Garfield?”
EHNN!
“Contestant Number Three, you have the
last chance, son.”
“I know the answer! It was Andrew
Jackson!”
EHNN! EHNN! EHNN!
The contestants leave the game show in
disgraces
The world paints ‘loser’ on top of their
faces
All three contestants gave their very
best
How does the world know if they’re a dud or
success?
Contestant Number One is a doctor for
pets
They paid off their mortgage, and they
owe no debts.
EHNN!
Contestant Number Two is a promising
banker
They have five kids, and never stoop to
anger
EHNN!
Contestant Number Three is active in
their church
Gives their excess dollars to folks in
the lurch.
EHNN!
And yet, all three were defined by the
buzzer
Three lights hidin’ behind the viral
shutters
the game shows go to propose, apropos
EHNN the sound of failure that everyone
knows
EHNN EHNN EHNN EHNN
EHNN goes the alarm clock
I roll outta bed, listen scholar talk
I take a class, feeling confident
But when I get my final grade, I see
accidents
“65%,” my teacher says to me.
“You’re just above a failure, you’ve
gotten a D.”
EHNN!
65% is just one step above failure?
Let me tell you,
If 65% of this nation agreed on
something,
We wouldn’t need to lean on a bipartisan
system
If 65% of the world agreed on something,
Maybe we could finally feed the starving
children
And if 65% of you agree with me
maybe we can make a change to last more
than a week
I may be 65%. That doesn’t show what else
I did
over that semester when a failure I was
branded.
Let me tell you,
I made new friends. I learned about myself.
I wrote a whole novel to stack up on your
shelf.
I practiced my squat. Became self-taught.
Economy and history belong in my thoughts.
I treated women with respect and civility
I mastered several of my nagging
insecurities.
EHNN!
Nobody cared. They couldn’t see the trees
They say 65% is what defines me.
no matter how much I gained at whatever
the cost
The world just remembers my solitary loss
Honestly, bankruptcy philosophy is a
comedy
The blameworthy farce holding onto a
monopoly
Consciously jailing our collective unconsciousness
And Fear and mockery are gaining the
ultimate dominance
But you know what, audience?
You don’t have to subscribe to anyone’s
claims
When they enlarge your missteps, minimize
your gains
So go ahead, world! Call us a shade from
failure
We are better than most of you ever were
Maybe we should stop judging people for
mistakes
And recognize the sacrifice true success
takes
To the system, to the world, and all its
ugly hues
We here say one thing to you.
EHNN.
Zach! I didn't know you were filming! Thanks for recording that for posterity. Plus I loved your poem times a million!
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