If my name is called upon your lips

And i am given the gift of breath

Even when

The planes in which i exist

Are of pain and suffering

Even then

I’ll sing for you

I will sing the carful tunes you hum

As you artfully craft

that which i am

Even when

Your hands forge crumpled leaves

The notes will exist within creases

Even then

I will share it

With the passing bee

So that

sturdier things may come to hear it

I would be anything for you

The pen that inks the surface

To share melodies new

Even when

I am born at times of hate

Where melanin traits

Could have me caged

Even then

There will still be beautiful singing

So call onto me

Give me this gift that very few have

Have me be a dreamer

So I may dream this world to living

Maybe then

these tunes won't be forgotten

But even when

I am lost

And have forgotten love’s song

My eyes are that of pain

And a fist is all these hands have known

Even then

A familiar tapping exists within me

It only takes a singing bee to remind me

What I am missing