My Voice
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Shut up and fix that.”
“Your accent can’t be that?”
“You can’t give a speech”
“You can't be the lawyer to represent me.”
“You can't survive another day unless you go to speech therapy.”
No, stop defining me.
Stop scaring me.
I am no lesser than you,
You are lesser than me.
I will not be ashamed of my voice.
I will not be scared to rejoice.
I will be that lawyer you think I can't.
I will give that speech I know I can.
Because my voice is me.
I know I can be,
Anything you told me
I can not be.
This poem is about:
Me