I often find myself
Wanting to scream
And shout.

But I feared I could only

Watch.

The atrocities I so despised
From a cage within the back
Of my foggy mind.

I sometimes find myself
Being silenced

By your need
To be heard

But you see,
I have since discovered
That I too
Need to be heard

My voice helps me
Feel
And Express

My voice allows me
To be heard
And be helped.

My voice helps me
Garner the attention of others
That require my assistance.

When I was little,
Too little to fight

I didn't realise I could shout

I didn't realise I could scream

I didn't realise my words could fight

I didn't realise I did not
have to always agree.
As my elders voiced their
Impure demands.

So now finally
After 23 years of silence

I don't care if you
Or my grandmother
Or even my father

Tell me to be quiet
That I'm talking too much
That I should strive
To be seen and not heard.
Like a good little girl should.

You will hear me.

And you might even fear me,
Which I apologise for.

I honestly lack
A happy medium
Between happy and furious.
I am either content,
Or I will storm your castle.

So I will strive to
Shout
And scream,
Until my throat feels black and blue.

Because I've got a voice too

And by God,
I don't care what waves I have to make
I will be heard this time.