Were you told to stop?

I always wanted to be a singer.
If only I could sing, I would.
It turns out that the desire
to sing doesn’t become less
with the passage of time.

Every kid, of every race, of
every religion, of every place,
everywhere, sings together,
and knows the joy of making
noise into something more.

That never goes away, a whistle
or a hum, while fingers find on
everything a place to drum, is
the warmth and comfort inside
the song returned to forever.

I will always be a singer.
Now free of judgement,
mine or yours.