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Chloe Shay, 11th Grade
Saint Vincent Ferrer High School
Ms. Rakoczy
Favorite Poem – My Heart and I by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Problems With Music
I surround myself with beautiful music.
Calloused hands,
Raspy voices,
Beating drums.
It all streams into my ears,
Seeping into my head, chanting the words of broken dreams
Or newfound lovers.
They speak a dialect known for its passion,
Not explanation,
Because no one can convince the soul that the feelings burrowed inside are lies and can be ignored,
For to do that,
Is to go against human nature.
I play music so beautiful,
I feel crippled and deformed.
Held back by not just age,
But from the people I haven’t met and the experience I haven’t gained.
The roles of society twisted and knotted into loosely tied words,
Telling a tale you cannot help but yearn to feel connected to.
How far will some girls go just to feel a shred of endearment told in the thousands of melodies and tunes?
Because fairy tales don’t come true,
And the knight and shining armor doesn’t come with the perfect pair of shoes.
Thousands are left waiting,
Wondering if dreams do come true.
The lyrics begin to construct a scene and I am put in the center.
Slowly and eerily the music brings forth emotions deeply stored,
And I begin to spew out everything I fumbled to keep on a short leash,
Rage,
Passion,
Sorrow,
Pity.
I am flipped inside out,
Raw and empty.
Yet I still listen to the same songs over and over again,
Because they speak the words and feel the feelings I didn’t have,
Until now.
