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I write because when no one hears,
my story must be known.
They told me to speak low
I spoke of hope,
but someone has to speak out.
against hate
against discrimination,
but most of all
against complacency.
Someone has to be the wake up call
the message.
But if you can not hear me speak,
I won't scream.
there are other ways to be heard.
So when all other voices ring,
I write.
Someday, you will see.