Be A Voice
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By the age of nine,
I knew this world was no place for me.
I learned that if a tree falls in a forrest and
someone is around to hear it,
it is their decision if the tree wants to be heard
My voice!
You heard me right.
Elections are coming.
I will vote to make my speech known.
My voice!
I write for days, I write for nights,
Emotions flooding, publishing in my sight.
I write about me, about my brother and mom,
I write about those who have helped and done me wrong.
I read my work and cry as I do,
It all started with a dream in the night,
I just knew that I needed to write,
everything down that my mind had created.
I was in a new world with wonderful new places,
and many new faces,
I like to think I have something to say
I like to think my words really mean something
I like to think they can change things
I believe my ideas are revolutionary
Day by day it is constantly used
Without it, I can’t communicate
Why do you think I love to debate?
It can leave you, me, and anyone else amused
It’s a special gift that I guarantee will never be abused
