i sing low
cuz i know
too well
the sound of crying
under breath
since birth
been a burden
been burdened
been at sea
see
truth
be
truth
seeker/teller
yeller
hell/
was invisible
too
them/
all of them
mimicked/mocked
& no one clocked it
cuz
they can't
see
/hear me
right?
makes me a good actor
&
an exhausted
listener/lover
/solver
always evolving
alone
over
& over
the low
voice
no one wants
to hear
my deep/dark hum
has
no fear
of being
seen
i am here
to shout
swinging arms
about
growl/moan
grind teeth
flash eyes
side to side
screech
/scream
loud
low voice
dyed indigo
w/ sweetgrass
& sass
& sadness
& sometimes sour soaring
notes
that float
&
land softly
on roaring
sea
i sing low
cuz i know
too well
cuz i know
it's too much
to touch on
& much too much
to tell you
how i cried
while holding
my
breath.
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