(I'm Sorry, But) Fuck You
Cadence Paramore
Fuck You to the teacher in elementary school
who told us to describe a sound
or pick our favorite sound
or some bullshit like that
and when I said that I loved
the sound of snow falling
She told me that wasn’t a sound
and the whole class was confused
and everyone looked at me like I was
Crazy
and it stopped being my favorite sound
because getting in an accident in it at 17
made it scary
and my ears stopped searching for it in
every snowfall.
But fuck You, because it still is my favorite sound.
The snow fell last night; fat, white flakes
absorbing every other sound inside of it,
swallowing noises that have come to overload
my senses,
and it was Glorious.
This morning I stepped out in it, half an hour before
I even had to be anywhere,
and I walked along the slushy sidewalks--
because it was already starting to melt--
and the voices of the people down the walk
were hidden, kept secret by the snow,
and everything was soft and bright
and the sound of snow falling became my favorite
once again.
So fuck You to my education, and to our society,
for doing that with everything I’ve ever loved.
For doing that with me.
I finally love myself again
and my favorite sound is the sound of
snow falling.