my voice
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I Am going to say this tho....
So that it is known what Words I Am spEEk'n for Myself. My voice is My Birthright to Myself, therefore I spEEk with reverence for Myself
No one can spEEk better for Me. Than ME. MY MOUTH!
Mirror girl, mirror girl
Always in the back row
Of the room or the bus or the chapel
If I draw aside, draw aside the curtain
Would I see you?
Find you in your hiding place
Your hiding place
Who can hear my voice?
I wonder who is out there,
And if they can hear the notes of my cries.
Are there good souls in the open,
Who will look to wanderers like me?
Can I talk loud enough to make them think?
These songs are my words.
of Sorrow. of Joy. of Pain.
They keep the numbness
from my brain.
They tell me how
the sun beats down,
of its warmth and happiness.
And even though it’s dark and grey
Screaming and yelling to the top of my lungs.
The pushing and shoving just to get to some drugs.
Stop! Stop! I shout with all my might.
But it's like I'm in the shadow, why do you fight?
My voice is not heard,
