The sound
I don't want a love that silences me.
That makes me go low so he can go high
I will not be a repeater of what he said
He will not be my mic I will not be his podium
We will not compete to speak
Even when our voices try to drown out each other's
We will not amplify the insecurities or blast inadequacies
But we will echo the truths that are absolute
This love will not break rooms it will fill them We fill rooms with joy and understanding
Our voices will not be ignited by volume
He will not turn me down and I will not turn him up
Or cower or hide beneath his sound
I don't want to be feedback in his ears
Scorching and squealing for his attention
His ego will not be welcomed
My attitude will not be accepted
We will not be yearning for the stage to speak
We will build our own platforms
Our love will not be rooted in miscommunication and misunderstood tones
There is no one speaker for this house
Though he may lead he also will heed
Although I may submit I will not forfeit
My sound
Our sound
The sound