(no subject)

Hey.

Remember, oh, sixteen or seventeen years ago when you came into the kitchen where I was washing dishes and told me how out of tune my singing was?

I didn't sing where anyone could hear me for a decade after that.

You tried so hard to destroy me so I wouldn't be a threat. Sleepless nights, isolation. Even now you post a couple of times a year on Facebook about how people like me are trash.

I am in the city today, walking down the street, singing quietly into my space where strangers can hear. I may still be out of tune. I don't know. I've never taken a lesson.

No doubt strangers agree with you. I'm out of line. When I drive I wave to the folks I pass. This is the city, who wants that?

Where I stand is always my space. This is where I'm singing. I am allowed to be in my skin.

I hope you are having a nice life. I know I am. Sorry about that.

(no subject)

Hey.

Remember, oh, sixteen or seventeen years ago when you came into the kitchen where I was washing dishes and told me how out of tune my singing was?

I didn't sing where anyone could hear me for a decade after that.

You tried so hard to destroy me so I wouldn't be a threat. Sleepless nights, isolation. Even now you post a couple of times a year on Facebook about how people like me are trash.

I am in the city today, walking down the street, singing quietly into my space where strangers can hear. I may still be out of tune. I don't know. I've never taken a lesson.

No doubt strangers agree with you. I'm out of line. When I drive I wave to the folks I pass. This is the city, who wants that?

Where I stand is always my space. This is where I'm singing. I am allowed to be in my skin.

I hope you are having a nice life. I know I am. Sorry about that.