Once shy and timid,
Afraid to speak,
Thinking they won’t like me.
They won’t hear what I have to say,
They won’t understand,
How can they?
Till one day,
She was forced to speak up,
To raise the voice she had been smothering.
And soon…
She learned to be loud and proud.
She found her voice,
And used it as a weapon
Against everything she saw wrong.
And everything that had been used against her…
Like why do people have to put others down,
Just to feel good about themselves?
And why do we hate each other so?
So, she preached love,
She screamed for hope.
She spun her words so carefully,
She wanted them to sound just right,
So maybe you won’t tune her out,
But listen!
She wanted to change their hearts,
To give them a new place to start.
She had a vision,
That maybe someday,
We would learn to love one another,
Instead of devaluing our brothers and our sisters.
Maybe…someday.
So, she put her pen down to the paper
And never looked back!
She wrote and scribbled down each thought,
Hoping when you read them,
You would feel something.
Tell me,
Do you feel?
Can you get on my level?
You can do the same thing,
You just gotta want to change the world,
One heart, one mind at a time!