Dissonance keeps my feet moving,
it gets me going to where I need to go.

But my body wants the consonance.
Well, doesn’t yours?

Our skin sticks to our bones the same.
So why don’t you love me?

Kisses on the blacktop,
And burns in the kitchen
contribute to what you are today.

And I had neither kisses nor burns.
What does that make me?

It makes me less wise?
It doesn’t, and everybody has a battle.

Never undermine issues.
If you don’t think that we are all worthy of a little sympathy,
You’re wrong.

I like that I have found a place to say what I want
Without judgement and without feeling like I haven’t been heard.

I am heard,
And maybe I’m even loud,
For the first time.