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.