Listen

by, Cassandra

Well, now; do your thing;
twisting my words and
mending my rhymes.

(because, me…
I just can't get
anything right.
)

But, if I may, before you
rearrange my verbal-face,
I just got one thing to say.

(are you, are you,
are you listening?
are you listening?
)

You can take away my pen and
you can burn up all my paper,
but you'll never steal my voice.

(even bound and gagged,
I'll still find a way to say
what it is I need to say.
)

So show me how to
follow in your footsteps.
Teach me what I should
never, ever be.

(and, in case you
weren't listening;
I'll never be you.
)