staring at a blank page in my mind

there are so many things I crave to say

so many ways I need to take

there are words in my soul.

words in my soul, and they're screaming their road

every moment has built up this tension in my fingertips 

like there is a power in my typing hands that I could knock the whole world down with

there is music in my ears.

music in my ears, and words in my soul,

so right now I will not be quiet.

right now, I will not be shy

right now, I am telling you

I deserve to be alive.

and I will shout that out with all the lightning power

in my dripping fingers

I am deserving of this life

I am deserving of this body

I am deserving of this beating heart.

and right now, I will not back down from that

push me into submission

push me to your rendition

push me, push me, push me

push me like you know I won’t say a word 

but I am telling you now, 

you can’t push the words in my soul 

while they’re breaking out from the cage you thought you locked them in

there comes a time when your flimsy 'power'

runs away and cowers

because it was never substantial to begin with, but this,

my words pouring out like liquid money,

this is power.

and I will sing it in the loudest choir

and wear like the greatest treasure,

because it is.

my greatest treasure

you can push my body

and you can break my skin

but my words will not bleed

and my words don’t run

my words will face you head on, until

you are cornered like a little kid with messy tears and a snotty nose                                                                                                   

because what you had was never power

what you had was never power.

there are words in my soul,

and music in my ears

and they’ve been screaming for years

I think maybe they’ll always scream,

just a little

they have too much fire in them to not

but now I am letting myself accept,

it is a fire that has a right to burn.