You would write too
if you found the pen
in your hand.
You'd pencil the countours
if your grip allowed.
You'd sing
if your voice permitted.
The ears don't matter
their deaf.
You'd sing for you.
You'd sing
when they said you couldnt.
The ears don't matter.
The eyes are blind.
Your voice doesnt matter.
Your free. Just sing.
Sing your blues. Fuck them.
