Loud,

Frustrating,

Belittled.

To anyone else it would seem to be the taunting of everyday school yard

miscreants.

But here is where there is a difference, for the voices that are so loud

frustrating and belittling? They come from within.

My mom always told me to stand up for myself.

Be heard.

Be bold

Be true.

That’s what she asked of me,

Bet she never thought the

Loud,

Frustrating,

Belittled;

Voice, came from me.

Stand up she said, and stand up I will.

No more do these words define me. Instead they are what was in the past

The time gone by

On the silent waves of the wind that never lasts.

Instead they are part of me, and what is to become my story, my voice.

Stand,

Arise,

Fight.

Resist the temptations of those that don’t want you to become who you were

destined to be. Her voice, loud and clear

Use the

Loud,

Frustrating,

Belittled,

Voice to shape your roar,

Your battle ground

Your game plan,

Your inner tiger.

Don’t walk away

Don’t back away

Don’t sit down

Let your voice be heard ringing over the red-clayed mountains of Georgia

and into the valleys of Tennesee, 

That the iconic Martin Luther King Jr's dreams can be accomplished 

Holding hands, one by one. 

To the top of  ours lugs we'll make ourselves heard. Being free. 

I tell myself 

And what are we being freed from? One may ask.

Bonds

Prision holds

Chains in which we ourselves create, 

Free at last to use our voice to advocate for the mute and the silent still in

bondage 

In countries where the loving gift of speech is not allowed. 

A voice for those not yet given the ability to speak still hidden in the dark

tomb of a round belly.

"They can't determine weather or not they should be born!" Critics yell. 

"It is the mother's choice what she does with it!" They continue.

An yet its also God's choice to let that unspoken voice live. 

For invisible though it may be to the outside world,

It still can be heard,

It is heard in the back pain

In the morning sickness 

In the growns and the cries of labor pain and kicking.

It is heard in the thump, thump, thump of the heart 

I am the unspoken child

I am the Christian hidden underground 

I am the belittled and broken school girl to scared to fight;

I am a  voice to those who fight to be noticed, to be looked at yet remain unseen.

Be heard

Be bold

Be true.

Stop hiding under the hood of adversity, discrimination, and weakness!

You were created with a mouth

To be vocal

To be loud

So what if some find you frustrating?

Use your God given talent to show the world you are above and beyond the

crooked and manipulating views of society

Her voice rings in my ears as these words flood the page as deep

and as wide as the ocean sea.

Be heard.

Be loud

Be bold

Be true.

Speak OUT

SPEAK UP

Speak TRUTH

SPEAK YOU.