Thread:Emitlee/@comment-35244491-20180423001526/@comment-32029535-20180425225433

In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane Destroyed my town I didn’t drown I couldn’t seem to die

I wrote my way out Wrote everything down far as I could see I wrote my way out I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around Total strangers Moved to kindness by my story Raised enough for me to book passage on a Ship that was New York bound

I wrote my way out of hell I wrote my way to revolution I was louder than the crack in the bell I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well And in the face of ignorance and resistance I wrote financial systems into existence And when my prayers to God were met with indifference I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky

I was twelve when my mother died She was holding me We were sick and she was holding me I couldn’t seem to die

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (I’ll write my way out) Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (write everything down, far as I can see) Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait (history has its eyes on you)

I’ll write my way out Overwhelm them with honesty This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only Way I can protect my legacy

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait

The Reynolds Pamphlet