I wrote a poem. Like to hear it? Hea it go! MY VOICE Silent as a church mouse, my voice finally left me I knew she would leave me eventually I just hope she finds her way home I remember as a youth, I would use her so brazenly I was never afraid to unleash her against tyranny, violence, hate and injustice She would gallop from my lips across the room, echoing out the doors, and vibrate across the valleys My peers would gather together in countless numbers to hear her sound, to dance in her words, to quote her And those she spoke out against would shake like leaves in the wind There were times I resented her For at times the unpopular opinions she spoke caused me to spend my nights on paper thin cots and behind steel bars There were times I would release her so carelessly She would betray my mind and repeat thoughts that killed egos and broke hearts She was a wild child who acknowledge no master and did as she pleased Tired of the isolation she caused me, I began to suffocate her I brainwashed myself with filthy literature and pointless plays I let popular opinion echo in my head I abandoned all my individual thoughts, giving my she devil of a voice nothing to say And so...she left She took from me, her rejoiceful singing, her poetry, her kind words Without her I can not sooth my baby girl, seduce my husband, or sing for my church She has left me as a carbon copy of every other person...who has nothing...to say... -Aliya Michelle ❤️
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 01:28:29 +0000
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