HOLD THE MIC...

Hear my voice crowded around the personalities that race towards the sea trying to float towards the top.
As I settled to the dusty ground that makes me feel as if that was where I was meant to be. Forgotten, runned over and something no one seem to embrace.
Lock among the negativity of the disgrace.
Silence becomes turnish at the sign of gold.
Rusty and dull like night lights on a road.
Something that gives you directions but only in the darkest time .
When you seek for hands that were there for you to always reach.
A smile,a shout you seem to notice so soon.
To be lock down and captures and feel lonely in the times you try to feel amused towards the world you try to find your place.
To only see yourself as a replacement for someone who will always step in the way.
Confidence breaks ice but the truth turn fire into weakness as such and instruction to try and become more powerful than the person you stood yesterday.
Walking in silence to realized the voice you cover up that hid the tears you rush from your eyes underneath a disguise.
Marking the lyrics of an artist you dream to be looking in the mirror and seeing the person you will always be
QUITE .
Hiding behind a shadow that makes your face fade from the words you wouldn't dare to say.
Fear of the destruction of a person and they will be stuck with nothing else to say.
EXACTLY HOW YOU WERE FOR ALL THOSE YEARS NOW ITS TIME FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO TAKE THAT PLACE !!
A voice snatched though the throat that burns if I try to say how I feel.
Surrounded by deaf ears which comes to my surrender and repeat those words of courage that makes me feel like a burden.
Why must I let go of the rocks that landed on my wing.
That I lost my ability to sing !!!
Standing still makes you recognize a wicked world we live inside but ARE WE alive or just breathing.
Talking but do your words have a real meaning.
Behind the senses or up at the stage.
When will someone take the mic and make your voice heard among all the rage!!!!!!!!
I WANNA HEAR YOUR VOICE
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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SILENCE MAKES POWERFUL MEANINGFUL,IMPORTANT VOICES UNHEARD. WHEN WILL YOU BE THE MIC TOWARDS THE VOICE YOU HIDE …

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