mom read these stories &
mom read these stories
(but they were more than just stories)
and I finally listened to the songs
(but they weren't just saying words)
and my elementary teacher told us to write,
but break it up,
and let it out,
and one day
it hit me
these stories weren't structured
(they were outpourings)
these songs weren't written
(they were sung)
and my elementary teacher taught me
what was genuine.
(just let it out)