My Song
All my life
I've had words
I cannot remember a time without these words
Sometimes they're pounding, aching, screeching
All my life
I've had this knowledge that I couldn't quite share
My voice is funny, they say
Too low for a girl's, they say
I have a lisp, they say
What are you, like twelve?, they say
If I could sing, I would
But this freedom
My mind is limitless
To let me speak
Without judgement
I am free
With these lines, I am free
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