“I saw that,” Mona links me so that the others can’t hear what she is saying.
“I don’t know what you are talking about”
“I saw Trevor drag Shana out of here after you finished the poem. I guess he knew that was written for him. I guess the truth hurts. I loved it.”
“Thanks, Mona,” I say.
“Wow Seleste,” Talia says, “I don’t know who you were talking to up there, but girl, that was nothing but the truth. Never change who you are for anyone. That’s my girl.”
For the rest of the night, men were buying us drinks and many people in the audience came up and spoke to us about my poem. Most of the people hanging out in Jazzy’s are artists of some sort. It feels good being around like-minded people. I almost don’t want to go home tonight, but tomorrow is the big party. Now I don’t know what to
