"her writing depresses me" he says
my voice quivers, falls up toward
space and crashes
down
against the sea-salt waves. my voice
s-s-s-stutters, repeats the first
syllable five times and once again
for an even six, repeats, repeats,
repeats. my voice is
quiet and every teacher i've
ever had calls on me with a
"speak up!" but no one ever
listens.
writing is the only voice i've ever known
you will not take that from me.
someone told me this today when i was reciting a writing prompt in class; my thoughts on it are pretty clear.