I listen to her bc I can relate.
Call me too young,
but then atleast try to understand my state.
With my tongue
I can taste her authenticity.

I listen to her bc she makes sense.
Not that anyone else doesn't,
but who can I listen to when I'm tense
and when I feel all sorts of fuzz
in my hair bc I am mixed?

I listen to her bc depression
was once common to us both.
Pain our biggest suppression
but healing came, like an anticipated note.

She feels like me and we feel like a tree and that is why I call her mine.
My mine.