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Nov 2014
My utterance in wanting to speak
I had numerous questions that I was trying to seek
Yet I was told to remain silence
A volcanic eruption I felt all inside
The silence I just couldn’t abide
My integrity being my honest
No I am not trying to be modest
My understanding being more than mire words
It’s a matter of being heard
For years I was told I had no voice
But the question being, “Who made this a choice?”
Thoughts are made too be granted
Shout out with your opinion expressed
Be determined and make it clear like it’s your last breath
Lead doesn’t always mean follow
A space in the corner being your own makes you shallow
You have become a shadow of your own fate
This you can change and it is never too late
You control and can make it an anticipated date
Facts and figures that certainly should relate
Think on accomplishments of Paul Revere
Dr. Martin Luther King in where do we go from here?
The Civil Movement from mission step to the rear
President Obama in “Lets continue to preserver”
It’s a matter of your voice being solid as the Prudential Rock
It doesn’t matter if negativity mocks
Your voice shines like the New York Stock Exchange
It’s the roar of applause with thinking with a cause and the impression that remains
Act like a Senator from within and let your speaking begin.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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