I’ve never listened to Kate Bush.
I was frightened of her emotions,
The way her voice mimicked violin strings
And the creature who thrashed wildly like a rope unlatched from the mast in a storm.
I’ve never listened to Kate Bush.
I didn’t want to see the power and talent
In someone so young when I had actively
Done everything under my control to
Squash my own and keep it hidden.
I’ve never listened to Kate Bush because she didn’t make herself small and that intimidated me.
She is a spider watching a world of flies,
Spinning and spinning pearls and lace
That is so tender but steely in certain lights.
I’ve never listened to Kate Bush, but today I will try.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
I’ve never listened to Kate Bush.
I was frightened of her emotions,
The way her voice mimicked violin strings
And the creature who thrashed wildly like a rope unlatched from the mast in a storm.
I’ve never listened to Kate Bush.
I didn’t want to see the power and talent
In someone so young when I had actively
Done everything under my control to
Squash my own and keep it hidden.
I’ve never listened to Kate Bush because she didn’t make herself small and that intimidated me.
She is a spider watching a world of flies,
Spinning and spinning pearls and lace
That is so tender but steely in certain lights.
I’ve never listened to Kate Bush, but today I will try.
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