VOICE OF AN AFRICAN CHILD​

Fem... Fem!
The voice of our teacher boomed,
Empowered with his long cane,
Bald from corruption, we heard,
A Pin drop could be heard,
Trapping our lips between our hands.

The voice is trapped along,
But my mind is a chaos
The voice in my head voiced as clear as thunderstorm,
Revealing my deepest desires,
Revealing the ideas rumbling,
But it's all in my mind
For my lips are sealed.

I'm told to be silent
In school, at home.
My ideas and troubles are locked in my mind.
For I am a child whose voice
is taken as nuisance,
And my silence, timidity.

So, I write,
Let the silence be broken
And my voice be heard!

© ​Rawbeeheart​