I am only one voice
But I am a voice
If there will be change
I must speak out
I must cry out
I must reach out
With my voice
If I do not step up
And speak out
My silence
Speaks for me
I am only one voice
In a cacophony of voices
Mine may get lost
In the cries of the crowd
Yet, on every platform
On every stage
In every pulpit or soapbox
I have a voice
I may be crude and raw
I may lack finesse and eloquence
But my silence
Is far less acceptable
You may not hear me
You may choose not to listen
This changes nothing
I still have a voice
I will speak my pain
I will speak my rage
I will speak my love
I will speak my peace
Some may not give attention
Others may not care
Still, I must speak
I have a voice
There is hurt there
But hope lives there as well
In the nuances and inflections
The sum of my experiences
This
This is my voice
These
These are my words
I have a voice
© Ron Simpson Jr.
May 30, 2020
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