I have a voice
behind this tongue
that is quiet and sky
and knotted in my throat.
I have a voice
that whispers to me
but i fear to amplify,
for you see it reflects on who am I.
I fear of what they might think,
as it is not an attempt at speaking
but an insight to my perspective,
and thoughts
allowing them to know and judge.
It's a fear I dread to face,
that consumes me everyday,
I don't face.
I have a voice,
its mine
and I don't want it to be
muted by people
and neither fear.
I have voice,
that it is all mine,
that I will amplify.
For it is a part of
who I am, my opinions
my thoughts,
I choose for it not to be taken away,
neither suppressed.
I give it a platform,
a channel,
and courage
to let it speak
its very own language.
Liberating me
with every syllable it lets slip.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
I have a voice
behind this tongue
that is quiet and sky
and knotted in my throat.
I have a voice
that whispers to me
but i fear to amplify,
for you see it reflects on who am I.
I fear of what they might think,
as it is not an attempt at speaking
but an insight to my perspective,
and thoughts
allowing them to know and judge.
It's a fear I dread to face,
that consumes me everyday,
I don't face.
I have a voice,
its mine
and I don't want it to be
muted by people
and neither fear.
I have voice,
that it is all mine,
that I will amplify.
For it is a part of
who I am, my opinions
my thoughts,
I choose for it not to be taken away,
neither suppressed.
I give it a platform,
a channel,
and courage
to let it speak
its very own language.
Liberating me
with every syllable it lets slip.
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