Poem: Tracy Chapman's First Album is a Balm

A poem about that first Tracy Chapman album, so vital, so brilliant, so good - forever!

ten years old I guess when I heard it first,
or maybe 11 or 12. Still lisening to it now,
still learning from it too. Every song cuts
deep, hits hard, hurts and heals and works
in more than one way. Every hook, every
lyric, every world explored. It never spoke
for me - my life has always been safe.
But it spoke to me. It spoke to so many.
It feels like a comfort. Like home. Like
a heart.