This tribe my tribee

Ever since I was a young boy
I wanted to sing
I didn’t understand
My brother would hit me,
It made his ears ring
And I say
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry
I don’t know what else to do
I tried my whole life to keep my voice down

I see you all out there
I see you up there singing
And I wish so much
I knew how to share my voice with you.
I wish I knew
You wouldn’t laugh or turn away

If I knew how to sing
Maybe I wouldn’t know what to sing
If all my singing now is just for sorrow.
Sorrow for the voice I lost
Or sorrow for the voice I’m loooking for
Or sorrow for a tribe that won’t turn away

About noah crowe

I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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1 Response to This tribe my tribee

  1. B. says:

    I love you.

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