When the Mic meets the truth

This past Tuesday night my Mom and I raided a open mic event in Memphis, TN. She sung “His eyes is on the Sparrow” and I performed a poem called “The Beautiful Wounded”.

We messed the house up. One lady shed a few tears another poet couldn’t finish her exotica piece. Other decided to come back to church!

All it took was a willing vessel to speak truth.

What are you waiting for?