hear me
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I'm just a footprint on the sandAnd the tide is growing nearDuring this time I cannont hearMy cries echoBut linger in the airSuch a fragile commodityI need careBefore I can no longer speak audibly
Yes I've figured it out,
Yes I've worked hard,
But it would seem that only I am proud,
Of my ability to say RAWR!!!!!
I scream from the pits,
The emotions in my heart.
I scream so I won't fall apart.
Hear ye, Hear ye
All who will listen
Any who care
Hear me, Hear me
Come around, Come around
I have something to say
If you want to know
Stick around, Stick around
My friend told me silence was the loudest cry, but if I write it down, does that count?
If I scribble it out in jumbled phrases–carve words into my paper and not my skin, this time, does that count?
I write because when no one hears,my story must be known.They told me to speak lowI spoke of hope,but someone has to speak out.against hateagainst discrimination,but most of all
