I Tip My Hat

I find your voice important. I secretly suffer when I can't be every bit of what you need me to be. I gave up my seat for that young lady and her two babies because I am meant to be kind. It is me. You may think that my indignant anger and frustration over things that mean something to my very soul makes me weak, or negative. But I assure you, I am neither. I am a bright fucking beam of light. If you know me, or if you don't, you get a little piece or a big piece of my love. And as always, I tip my hat.