Saturday, October 6, 2012

Finding our voice

It was a song of sorts that I heard as the dogs and I made our way across the school grounds, and as he approached from the rear with a heavy footfall, the musical offering became clearer.

"It's nice to hear someone singing," I offered with a sideways greeting.
"I'm rapping."
"Yeah, I can tell.  I didn't get the actual words but it sounded great."
"It helps me; I live in a foster home; I had a rough childhood--- my own mother abused me."
"It's good that you found a way to express yourself."

And so it is.

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