Not All Art Goes Down in History

Listen clearly

I --

can only speak so loudly

Not All Art Goes Down in History.

I am not good enough,

my voice will never be loud enough

I will never be tall enough-

to see the tops of people heads as they

pass me by.

I sneak under-

elbows 

and weave through

tight squeezes,

but--

I can only go up from here.

I'm just a little white girl that grew up just off shore from Chi-City

and I-

just fucking got here.

I only got a few dollars in my pocket

but

I got my Pup riding shotty

and we're already scaling rockie's

Because-

I don't need to be taller than you

to know I am stronger than you

I don't need to be louder than you

to know my voice is more powerful then you

My daddy taught me

"Never mistake a quiet mouth for a quiet mind"

he'd lean to me

"Its always the fools that flap baby"

I put thought in my words

I put heart in my words

Don't take this discussion lightly

I'm kind of quiet when you meet me.

but--

I've got

my eyes on the skies

and you

could never reach me

from

way

up

here.