I too know why the caged bird sings

The notes glide off my tongue again
Further perpetuating my adrenaline 
My nerves are eradicated 
as my heart stops vigorously palpitating
I can't help but gleam from the sounds circling around my ears 
It was all worth my doubt, dedication, and tears 
The familiar operatic melody slowly fills up the room 
Like a bride graciously watching her groom 
I can't help but be vulnerable 
Hopefully receiving affirmation to make me comfortable 
The piano intertwines with voice 
creating a drama with no other choice but to stop my breath from escaping 
Causing emotion to spring forth instead 
Only starting my voice to be lead 
To a crescendo of only omnipotent explanation 
And in that moment I receive my validation
I was created to do this 
I can only do this 
To sing opera is my gift 
So to the heavens my music, I lift  
This poem is about: 
Me

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