Timid Screams

I praise the extroverted that use their voice to make people listen. 

I admire those that can eloquently speak their opinions without the need of others.

Their words flowing into a river of thoughts, aspirations, and dreams.

But me... with my pen and paper I easily transform to the outspoken black girl who's

opinions and beliefs become unwrapped from my insecurities and doubts.

The very essence of poetry takes hold and I like the caged bird Maya Angelou once 

traced out with her words, is free... I take to the air with the very utterance of a poetic line.

So you could infer that  poetry gives a freedom similar to the idea that you 

are free from years of incarceration or the chains of slavery have finally been

broken after decades of oppression.

But even then it doesn't come close to the sensation of being free to only realize

it to was a facade like the desert recreating an alluring pond for lost travelers to only discover

the sand is equal to more despair. 

And thus bringing to a close my freedom which once was a sweet release of my pen divulging

the inner struggles of an inaudible poet.