“Give me a song of hope and a world where I can sing it.” – Pauli Murray
Give a glass heart to
Me. say you’ll trade my heart back maybe tomorrow–
A lie too raw like a newly picked scab.
Song structure had always confused me–
Of sweet flowers and
Hope I was born
And songs never felt quite right like
A
World where my heart lives gleefully. I will never stop asking
Where? Where?
I can’t keep searching, stars.
Can you sift it out of the never-ending gem-studded sand of infinity?
Sing a song to help me understand–I won’t, though–that
It isn’t personal, it’s just the wrong world.
