Next in my queue,
Female pop sensation with all eyes on her,
Young and old alike.
Yet her voice cries sweetly into my ears,
As if I became the only girl
Standing lonesome in her vibrating audience.
How silly of me to realize it all now.
Like a wave breaking over my head,
Salt and sea in my eyes, ears, and nose.
After twenty two years spent drawing breaths,
And a handful of those lost in
An insufferable man's lips,
The cage in my heart unlocks.
A key provided with melody worded
So simply, yet so radical,
I cannot help but flourish in my own thoughts.
In knowing this, I will be stepped upon,
Doubted, and ridiculed beyond belief.
Accusations like knives through my chest,
Copycat, imitator, pretender.
Everyone I know did this to me the first time.
So I will not speak a word to any soul,
Deserving or not.
The music will flow softly through veins,
And only I will know my truth.
I will know my truth.
E.