Elucidating Questions

The pull of gravity, not what keeps us on earth but what keeps those

Unworthy

From getting to where they want to be.

Looking in the mirror and seeing every part that doesn’t fit

Knowing I could scream my lungs out and never

Be found

When all I want to do is sing

When I want to make music

Instead I stand in a kitchen bustling with

Disenchanted youth.

Those who are overlooked

Because they’re not pretty enough

They’re not attractive enough

They’re not straight enough

They’re not white enough

They’re not

Cookie cutter stars standing in a line belting out music with no emotion.

I don’t want to watch music die as the disease slips in and takes away its soul.

I want to sing too.