It’s time to express/
my opinion instead of/
It’s time to express/
my opinion instead of/
As I age, I learn: /
Folks wont drop everything to/
hear my opinion.
Welcome to my home./
Come! Tell me how to eat! Don’t/
expect to return.
Folks told me I was/
scared. Now I’m brave, and they say/
I’m being stupid.
When I invite you
to listen to
the flash of brilliance
and the crash of thunder
from my words,
I do not ask
for edits,
or opinion,
or help.
I simply
invite you to join me,
standing on the dock,
watching the storm approach
and roll
and form.
I ask you to dance
on the wind with me,
no matter what
your movements may be,
no matter what
my jam may look like.
But please don’t tell me
to do a Demi plié
when I want
to play air guitar.
Why ask what I want/
to do if you’re just going/
to do something else*?
OR
to do what you want?
In my opinion,/
any answer is always/
much better than none.