Hey, I AM


I am shy

I may let those things that I like to be the center of your eye

Little do you know that it is within the silence where I reside

Call it home

Call it mom


I may be loud

Just a projection of sound

When I hear a pin drop — it still can shake crowds

It is these moments of highs and lows

Where no one wants to be

Plato’s words “Know Thyself” sing, sing, and sing…


I have dyslexia

And that is ok.

I do not have some sort of disease that you need to fear me… or pity me because I can’t read, like you.

I learn

I speak

I write

I think


I have a heart too

I am what I am

What I am

That I am

So, hey