i read a poem she said it back it wasn't exact the words i heard sounded, a bit off track a little of this, a lot of that but my feelings weren't hurt its just, that now that hers were the ones that were being heard so i listened patient pensive i found the sounds of the way it was said to be far from dead truly alive, and striving not just to survive but to thrive in a world where her words weren't being heard because of the way she learned and now. interned. because of words she learned. i heard her my heart hurts for her unable to play the world's game cause she doesn't use the same names as the famous folks who made them broke but im not mourning because its morning our hearts will work past time far beyond limits of our mind.