Singers
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Music speaks to me when you don't
Headphones soup bowls bigger than my heart's holes
Hip hop a blessing an escape from the problem I'm not addressing
shouting aggression yet soothing my depression
Youth.
Innocent, playful, potential victim.
Seeing the real world first hand, scared.
The meanest thing you ever did
Was turn my life into a
Taylor Swift song
We could’ve been a beautiful Rascal Flatts
Or a Martina McBride or maybe even a
Darius Rucker
But no. You had to turn us into
My heart's in the theatre, where all my dreams were made
My heart's in the theatre, where those same dreams were laid,
to rest, until I came back and found them once again,
Buildings rise to heaven
unconstrained
Leaving the unexplained disappearance of the sun and moon
My boots beat against the dirty, wet sidewalk after last night's rainfall.
They sang in solemn tunes,
Their voices sweet and tender;
'Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.'
They had come a long way to get to that day;
Prejudice shook their right hand,
