Voices

This isn't a political play or

a social justice.

Becasue, the rain is beautiful

to me.

It tells me stories about the world,

about the beauty,

and the pain.

I am pulling words,

words from my soul.

words from my pocket.

words from my life.

I am trying to find a way,

screaming out

how I feel, what I see.

Covered in the screams of others,

just trying to find someone to hear them.

But no one hears anything now.

There are too many voices,

too many words.

We're all suffering,

all screaming out.

But we can't hear the words we're saying because

we're drowned by the cacophony of voices.

Rich, poor,

man, woman,

child, adult,

old, young.

Straight, bi, trans,

we're all out there.

We all have voices just

trying to be heard.

By someone.

Anyone.

So we shut others down, trying

to make the world a little quieter so

someone will hear you.

Hear me.

So maybe what I'm saying is

we're all the same.

We all think we're alone in our screaming because

we can't hear the voice for the cacophony.