When I think of Open Mic Poetry reading, I immediately think of the Beatnik generation. I'd dress the part of a beatnik for my word debut. Pedal pusher pants and a tight turtleneck with hair slung into a low pony-tail and accented with a proper beret. I'd carry the symbol of the Obama campaign covertly in my pocket, as he is the inspiration for my sudden wordiness. I'd read my favorite passage from Kerouac before taking the stage, where it a fit of dramatics, I'd unroll my scroll, grab my feather-topped pen and allow my words to pour out.
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Are those street shoes?
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