Guest post: Sophie: on being an outsider

Last night's poetry slam was an experience; my first. 
I am in awe. 
I applaud any one who stands on a stage & bares themselves in such a raw & honest way. I know it's something I couldn't do.
But as a writer there is an inherent part of me that wants to be read & admired. I want someone to say "I get it, this is cussing genius". Though I know that what I do is not what they do. I do not, nor feel that I should, call myself a poet. I know nothing of the form, nor do I read...