To be heard

My voice, 

for I do not know it's sound, 

everytime I try to speak, 

my mouth is unexplainably bound. 

 

My voice, 

for I wish to be heard, 

hope that someone will hear, 

and listen to my words. 

 

My voice, 

for I wish for something new, 

sing as if I am a caged bird,

just like Maya Angelou.

 

My voice,

for it is raw from beign unused,

it floats like a whisper,

carried by the wind you can hear it's bruised.

 

My voice,

I will scream and shout, 

command everyones attention, 

you will hear no doubt. 

 

My voice, 

for it will fly like a bird, 

because there is always reason to fight, 

always a reason to be heard.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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