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Oct. 1st, 2019 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormHey.
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.
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.
