Never just noise
I sing
Like there may be a day
When I won’t hear the echoes
Of the crackles
That I treasure most
Shaking my hands
With passion
For all the symphonies
I belt
Butcher
Believe
Through the neighborhood that made me
An always place
That sets me free
The root of courage
And the liberty to express
A gift of a lesson
That no one tells me
That I’m not enough
I am most certain of this
When I can hear myself
And I am proud.