born wet from gala. by nina gala

theres so many words
i've never spoken
tiny jewelry lockets
never opened
i buried my tiny mind
in sand and snow
i tucked away my love
in the back of the top drawer

i was born wet
but i had to walk
made to speak
forbidden to talk
shy in the summer
you cut my hair off
i looked like joan of arc
in a turtle neck
and denim overalls

some things you just don't get back
that others have taken
you kick and then you scream
and then you give in
don't forget to leave a light on
somewhere inside yourself
you will have your entire lifetime
to try and dig it back out

and here i am
and i wasn't meant
to be beautiful or brilliant
yet here i stand
not as ugly as you imagined
somehow beautiful and brilliant

i was born wet but i had to walk

• Rock
• indie folk
• pyschedelic rock
• Baltimore