Slam Poem- Please critique...

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This is a poem I'm going to use in a poetry Slam this Sunday, if I can get accommodated properly due to my speech impairment. It'll be my first official Slam ever. I'm not expecting to win, although it's nice to dream about that, I just want to do it to prove I can. To prove that just because you don't talk exactly normally doesn't mean you have to give up anything you really like. Please comment. I'm still open to editing suggestion. ***** It makes sense, given my God decreed verbal difficulties and organizer’s soul that I should love the written word, especially the politically motivated written word. Words like those spoken by Woodrow Wilson and burned, by women wanting suffrage, from jail cell garbage bins. And I do love the written word; composing paper-based communiqués has been my primary partner contributing more bacon to bank account than any of my other endeavors. We’ve been wedded for more years than I’ve been alive and, I, for the most part, was singularly and faithfully devoted to her. My infidelity with and to slam (my primary’s oft b@stard sister) began the first time I encountered her;diva of verbally based gymnastics. She was- I understood destined to become this wordsmith’s longstanding mistress. How was I, word goddess wannabe whose tongue sometimes twists over non-performance syllables despite my best effort, to modify, accommodate, transform slam into art form I could conquer. Introducing the echoer, often, of late, a New York Jew woman poet whose perfect diction rivals any Southern preacher I’ve heard or my college musician roommate who has sung my words previous, or, infrequently, unsuspecting assistant suddenly drafted into role of speaking words on whichever tongue I choose to barrow that renders them always, always still mine. The latest in a life made possible by adjustments, both self and colleague created that grant girl poet the freedom to have the existence she elects. I hope my dual loves, both daughters of Brighid goddess of our pagan Gaelic past, whom I discover thanks to Google find my proposed polyamorous arrangement acceptable .