I stood there in front of a crowd of people and in that moment it felt like they were judging me of how much I was worth.
Was I worth their time
to listen to the words that were about to come out my mouth.
Or was I just a waste of time and they wish they hadn’t showed up at all.
My worth wasn’t based on my talent or what I had to offer them that night for all they looked at or commented on was what I wore and how pretty some thought I was.
Well others didn’t really say anything nice at all for I felt I was worth the risk and that well amounted to something but, I didn’t feel like much as their hateful words ate at me until the only thing I could do was cry my tears.
I grew thicker skin after that moment but, it still haunts me every time I get on that stage and I begin to wonder what are they thinking and I hope they enjoy this for I need to make it so bad.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes