Pre-Chorus

COHORT 6

Where to begin? Let’s start with our song—

Gather snippets of selves for a louder song.

Dragged on stage by his own stubborn hands,

he dares to grant his words an outer song.

Shampoo bottle mic, white tiles, closed eyes.

Who cares if they hear? It’s a damn shower song.

Two girls lie awake. The night’s hunger grows.

Outside, the frog chorus croaks for hours song.

Swaying heads droop heavy with seeds. Wade

out into fields, humming the sunflowers’ song.

They cannot rise ; speak ; smile ; weep.

This town is sick of grief’s violent song.

Even if truths vanish and names fade, I—

You—We—will insist on writing our song.

Writing: Kaitlyn Wang

Art: Kayleigh Schweiker

Music: Arina Oberoi