This is MINE.
This is all I have left of before.
I could never be four
I had learned much too much of myself and my body
That with this I possess too much power than my head was prepared for
This is mine.
This is what is left
This is release
With this I can get out
Like a caged bird
My wings are not broken
But my bones are still etched with the carvings you left there
My words are my bones and without them I'll crumble
This is mine
And I’ll hold it
So close that every missed heart beat I’ll feel with my heart
And when it reaches out
it won't be thrown over a shoulder
and dragged into a bedroom
All the secrets like bullets
Holy, Holy, Holy
My mother reaches her arms up to the skies
I remember when my arms once reached
Trying to find my voice but I can't even locate my mouth
forcing out a sound that will never be near enough
A young girl isn't built to take on the weight of a man
with the weight of the world on his shoulders
She takes parts of his with parts of her own into the shaky cold distance of new homes.
Expected to graft into a new family tree,
seeking a home she never had.
But this- this is still mine.
And sometimes when I'm feeling hopeful
I wanna tell the world my story.
I wanna hang my heart on my sleeve
and run through a crowd of broken hearted people
but that's all before the shame of reality sets in
My voice is for every child, who,
before they even learned what their voices were built for
they were smothered out by the hand of a man that doesn't know how to be a man.
My voice is for every person who has ever tried to scream out
but could only feel the next breath they couldn't quite catch
my voice is for every woman who isn't quite ready to use there's.