I feel this hypnotic thirst
to scream
and to be heard
but not simultaneously
I don’t want my scream to be heard
I want my inner voice
to penetrate the eardrums
of others like me
and come back to me as a wave
Make my scream sound like a song,
a beautiful mockingbird tone
with whom I’d sing all along.
We would mimic the sound of other you’s
we’d be the oceans,
We’d sing the blues
of all the inner voices
never heard
now put to use.
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