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.
She sobs so deep and profusely to the peak of taping her mouth shut to repress her whimpers ensuring that no soul pay attention to her throttling tears cheered on by the toxic oxygen she inhaled each second she still animatedly exists