As a baby I was silent. Then one slap and then a deafening scream.

I didn't know, all I wanted was to be heard.

To be noticed that I was alive and in existence, and to be heard.

As a child I was playful. Cheerfully playing with an unknowingly deafening ear.

I didn't know, all I wanted was to Be.

My mother noticed. Naturally, all she wanted was for me to hear.

Through surgeries, needles, and tests, a painful scream was heard.

All I knew was that this hospital was a place in which I did not want to be.

I just wanted music to be heard,

As a teen, I was musical. Singing softly and swiftly to melodies,

I was growing to know that all I wanted was to be heard.

To be noticed that I was alive and to be in existence, and to be heard.

As I sang, everything made sense. I was neither shy, nor outspoken; I was me.

I wanted to know I was heard

though many times people tried to have me silenced.

As I sang, I was confused. I didn't know if I was just singing into the void.

I didn't or I don't know. Am I just speaking to the wind?

To the whispering wind that brings no reply to be heard.

As I graduate, I am left shaken. The foundation beneath my feet starts to crumble.

Am I alone? Will I ever be heard?

Done are the days of silence and now is the time for action,

Loudly, I will make my return. I know I will be heard.

Through singing, through talking, through writing the world will know that

I am alive, I am in existence, and I will be heard.