Not-so-Sore Throat
January 2011 (9th Grade)

At school.
In church.
Home alone.
I sing.
Taking a walk.
Washing the dog.
Cooking dinner.
I sing.
In love,
I sing ballads.
In rage,
I sing rock.
In hurt,
I sing odes.
How can I not?
How can I keep from singing?
When the rain falls,
When my voice croaks,
When I feel done,
Do I silence myself?
Never.
When tyrants tremble,
When the world seems to end,
When we all feel defeated,
I open my throat to sing.
Brother yelled,
"Quit singing!"
I replied,
"I will never quit singing!"
And smiled. :)