I dared to take a voice to put inside
My box of chest, so sturdy and gold
I looked, alas, it wants to hide.
I’m sad it looks at me with sighs untold

My heritage is made of chest, so strong to speak
I search to say my peace, all that I breathe
The flesh is feared, I cant because I’m weak.
I nod my head and step aside to leave.

I find my breath by inch, I climb to grace.
I view audience claps with glee and joy.
My box of chest now speaks inside my face.
And there is man, where there was boy.

An orator is born,  in place of  flesh.4
Is there a throne, where there was box of chest?