Worth

2023.08.22 @ 01:44 MDT / 03:44 EDT

Worth music & lyrics © Jess KAPS; May 11-14, 2023

*music*

Does it hurt to feel seen? Is that why you build walls?

Towering high, mystery, majesty, and awe!

But a building with little foundation simply won’t stand

And a person who uses too much is a sham

I couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks

I write all the words that I simply won’t sing

And you’ll play all the notes that you never could say

Perhaps this is no longer good enough for today

The thought’s crossed my mind; maybe you’ve had it, too

That nothing I do is quite good enough for you

Do you feel a similar way about me?

Wires misaligned deny electricity

My best you reject most every time

It crushes the bones, with parts so intertwined

You lock me in cages, keep me safe, don’t you see?

But this little birdie, she is wild and free

You laud all the women who speak their own minds

Use words meant against the ones who’ve defiled, not defined

You eat up their words with your spoon, repost, blaring the sirens!

Yet your actions alarmingly contrast when the words are mine.

And you’re okay with abuse so long as it doesn’t touch

That is perfectly fine as long as love is lost

‘Cause you don’t love me no more, well, isn’t that just swell

My love scales buildings, swims oceans... climbs mountains.

Yours jumps from barely six stories up

And is too afraid to take the plunge

And no, I’m not perfect

I never will be

I am headstrong and stubborn, emotional... me.

I stand barefoot in grass just to feel the coolness of earth

I can hear the pain, and I remember my worth

I can hear all the pain, and I remember my worth

I can feel all the pain, and I remember my worth.

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May this song serve as an anthem to anyone who has ever endured hardship, been kicked (literally, emotionally, metaphorically) when they are down, or had their worth called into question. You matter.

Some lyrics are different now, but I love this version I recorded from May too much not to share.

I am not perfect, and I never will be. I am a work in progress; I am a work of art.

I feel connected to nature and the stories of others. We are all one.

We share pain and joy.

I am for and not against.

I remember my worth.

May you reading these words and listening to this music remember your worth and value. Just by existing. Always.

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Happy Birthday, Tori Amos.