The songbird soars above singing us Prayer songs. Feathers fall as reminders to let Love give us wings. At the door, standing without keys the songbird soars above singing us Freedom songs... "Who will be a human being for the human being who is not free?" I am someone with tears still caught in my throat. She is that same someone. He is that same someone. We are that same someone. Someone still learning to inhabit the body. Still learning how to

I started writing stories at five years old. I would pretend to bind them into little books and pretend to sell them in my pretend bookstore underneath the piano bench. At ten years old, my heartstrings bonded with the piano as if out of thirst. Like the bending of a flower towards the sunlight. Not unlike how the voice bends the melody to fully express the deeper meaning of the lyric. Self taught, I started writing and performing my original music at fifteen. The gift of my