There’s a difference between hearing birds

and listening to them.

I listen.

But I also want a bird

to listen to me.

To listen to what I have to say,

and how I feel,

and what I want.

I don’t know when I’ll be heard.

I don’t know who will hear me.

But I damn know I will be heard.

I’ll be the loudest bird in a busy city,

I’ll be the loudest bird in a thundering storm,

I’ll be the loudest bird wherever I go.

I’ll be the loudest,

one day.