I was born from a song

No melody, just hum

The kind that mothers make

When they don’t know what to become

I grew up chasing echoes

In empty kitchens, late night glow

My father had no lullabies

So I made my own with radio

We didn’t talk much—

We learned to survive by silence

But music filled the gaps

Between the pain and the appliance

I heard hope in vinyl scratches

Heard grace in subway brakes

Heard love in the cough of a stranger

Who gave me warmth by mistake

I am made of every sound that held me

Every broken note that felt me

Every chorus I replayed

Just to feel a little safe

I am noise with open arms

I am pain that learned to charm

I’m the echo of a child

Who made rhythm out of harm

I’ve rhymed with fear, danced with grief

Wrote poems in my crooked teeth

My tongue is part violin

Part warning, part belief

I’m not perfect, not poetic

But I bleed in 4/4 time

And every bruise I’ve ever worn

Still kicks back in every rhyme

They told me silence builds the man

But silence nearly buried me

So I built myself in waves and chords

And prayed they’d carry me

I am made of every sound that held me

Every broken note that felt me

Every chorus I replayed

Just to feel a little safe

I am noise with open arms

I am pain that learned to charm

I’m the echo of a child

Who made rhythm out of harm

So if you hear me in the static

If my voice shakes while I speak—

Just know…

That’s the sound that made me.