Little Boisterous Woman

note: free write on the A train.

I’m not lyrically as equipt as the finest of these poets that stand here
Making words into elaborate forms of emotions
Making sure you can see each adjective and hold each noun
Be each noun, make sure you can feel it from neck up and… down, right into your heart and pump its way through your veins
Make you feel from your toes to your fingers so much so you feel like you can visualize yourself writing the words into the walls of your brain

And I can’t maintain a flow, I can’t rap, I can’t sing
I bring no different elements , I have no special words
My vocab is limited and I guess this is where it ends
I’m. just. kidding.
All I have are these fingers and I just found my voice
I’ve been floating over the sounds of life avoiding them so I hope you can hear me over the noise
Focus.

This is the only thing I can bring to you
Sweet vibrations, low like sound the sound of water washing up to shore while the people sleep and the moon watches over the sea
Smooth, like the touch of a lover
This is all I can bring to you


BUT THIS LITTLE VOICE CAN SCREAM SO LOUD
This little woman can reach her hands up high
And touch the clouds at the tiny height of 5’2… and a half
And I hope I never have to come back to the ground and feel and breathe and know that you are here listening to me
ARE you listening to me?!
Give me an ear, one day I’ll be someone
That’s what mami tells me
Give me an ear, one day I’ll be someone
You just wait, that’s what mami tells me
I only have my voice, I know its not much
but it will be.