Rimshot, Flam, Paradiddle, Rest.
I am a music note.
On the lined staff of a treble clef
Ready to escape these ebony bars that define
My face is written all over these one - way streets.
I am more than a splatter of ink on a lily-white sheet.
I am the light of the moon seeping through windows,
In the midst of all that is dark.
When the morning sun turns to a gloomy black and white,
I am like the miniscule dash of yellow that resists to fade.
These bars do not define
One and a
I wish I was a whole note in a cadence
With a four-four time signature
Why, they live the longest.
They emulate the passion inside me that roars on
Trying to find a home to call its own
Because a home is different from a house.
And these bars are
In ways, however,
I am like a fermata.
Holding out the glory inside me
For all to see.
But I don't want to rely on the interpretations of others.
Who is to say when I cut off
I want to shine above the others.
To be different.
I am different.
They say the caged bird sings,
But it is I, who truly
For the bird sings the essence of my inner being
I am a work of art in acapella.
I am who I am.
Not relying on the accompaniment of others.
And that, is all I shall ever persist to be.