Can you hear the birds?
As I dance, I put all my weight on the soles of my feet,
as I move against hardwood floors...
I spin and create the strong winds in the middle of my bedroom,
blowing all the papers with faces off my walls.
I got the music loud, to drown out my thoughts.
Can you hear the birds?
As I read out loud the stories in all the books I have stacked against my walls.
When I merge the fictional world into my reality, forgetting who I am.
when i be hearing their voices in my head, God they real.
Can you hear the birds?
As I lay against your chest and all I hear is the drumming in my ear.
When all I hear is our breathing, and your eyes the only thing I see in darkness.
And I lose myself in you and call you daddy too.
Can you hear the birds?
they humming,
their wings sound like chains rattling,
they keep fighting,
every second.
for freedom.
Can you hear the birds?
Over all this silence I give,
is silence that loud?
When I be crying rivers and my ears pop,
and I don’t hear a thing,
sometimes I can’t even breathe.
Can you hear the birds?
I forgot who I am?
I be sitting at the kitchen table staring
out the window straight into the sun, a void.
Feeling out of place in my own home,
and to me, my voice sounds like screams,
and to everyone, it sounds like delicacy, the soft kind, for a small, pretty girl like me.
Can you hear the birds?
inside of me, they move me trying to
break free of rib cage, tired of feasting on this expired heart.
And I’m on the floor, coughing up feathers, of birds I don’t know how to
set free.