we're too different to all sound the same

too many poets sound alike and that's what turns me off about performing
i can't grasp how a talent so unique ends up sounding the same under bright lights and middle fingers nice enough to snap
so i tried it just to see for myself
and i sounded like myself
intermittent pauses 
words in the company of threes, something i like to call the paragraphs in trilogy
my voice barely above a whisper because when i'm really talking, i'm barely speaking
and there were small giggles lacing the piece like fall leaves on summer afternoons
so beautifully placed that no one bothered to ask how they got there in the first place
see i believe that we all owe a certain coup de grâce to the battle we're fighting when we're begging earth's angels to listen
they want to be appealing, they want the snaps, they want the acknowledgement
but when did poetry become about what we want instead of giving someone what they need?
i feel. i feel. i feel. there goes that trilogy again
the hand on the nape of my neck 
the pressed fingers on my inner thighs 
the palms on the small of my back
are signs telling me to come when i'm ready and however i feel like it
so before we go on stage looking to be recognized
come and come loud with a craft that no one has ever seen before...
they can snap to that...of course they would have to take their hand off the nape of your neck and their fingers from in between your thighs and their palms far away from the small of your back 
but once their hands are free...
they can snap to that...