My Moment to be Heard

Wed, 07/16/2014 - 18:44 -- 900yoda


Soft spoken,


eagle scout,

First born child,

birth order pushed down.

Four adopted sisters came along.

I attempted to speak out,

They quieted me down.

Sang with them in church,

Then I drowned them out.

Prepared me for a world

Where I chose,

moments I would be heard,

As  I am now.





good poem.

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