sprouting from the underground,

reaching for the light,

messengers of truth 

tell us the news 

 

spoken dreams 

awaken us now, 

emboldened by our own worth, 

timepieces have reversed 

 

our covert existence,

like buried keepsakes 

begged for air,

pained to be bare 

 

our struggles,

spotlight moments in

Hollywood movies; as we weep, 

the only way we’ll be seen