melodies
off-key sometimes, until i learn
harmony

deep
high-pitched

not squeaky,
though maybe scratchy

not heavy
or airy

crystal clear
on beautiful occasions.

strong and loud,
but sometimes i’m told
“you’re an actress!
project your voice!”
while i’m
walking away and mumbling.

also standing strong
loud.

i want to be heard,
but when is it the right time?

my laughter,
clothing,
face
and
smile, usually
come bright with a cheery chirp.
hysterics
and gasping for breath
when I sob.

earsplitting screech
or alien babble,
or hoarse, forced
“boys! do not do that again!”

or deep soft
“i love you too.”

a song
with many tunes.