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.