My Voice

I have a voice it may not be perfect or the best

And sometimes there are words that escapes me

And letters unable to leave my lips

And sentences that leave me out of breath

But I have a voice

I can scream on top of my lungs!

I can whisper underneath my breath.

I can tell you “I love you”

I can tell you “I detest you”

But I have a voice

People may not hear it

Others choses to ignore it

Some wish to corrects it

But I have a voice

A Boom

A Cry

A Roar

A Howl

AND NO AMOUNT OF.....

Laughing

TauntIng

Ridicule

Or

Mocking

CAN CHANGE THAT......

Because it my voice  

My Boom

My Cry

My Roar

My Howl

This poem is about: 
Me

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