I can’t make you hear me
If you choose not to listen to my voice
So sure of your own narrative
That is bleeds into my own
And you think you know what’s best for me

But my story is not your story
And your narrative is not my narrative
Since our experiences happen to be juxtaposed to such an extent
That you haven’t the context to speak for me
Or for others like me

More troublesome is the fact
That you seem to believe that
You and I are woven from the same cloth
Though that assumption is utterly ridiculous
When analyzed from outside our dynamic

Faced with such circumstance
Can make even the strongest soul feel weak
When trying to be heard
And I am far from being a strong soul
But I will still try