My Voice

Funny how that works,

how after spending so much time searching for my voice

right in front of me is where it lurks.

How only after experiencing its absence,

was I able to fully take advantage of its presence.

 

Because strong voices are built by pushing through the weak parts,

and genuine voices are discovered by following the wishes of the heart.

I know this to be true because it was only when I loved myself enough to explore, 

that I was able to find what I had been put on this earth for.

 

Now, my voice rings strong in my writing

and rings proudly in my speeches.

It brings humor through the sadness

and comfort to all it reaches.

It went from being whispered behind cupped hands to shouted through a megaphone,

because, now, everything that I say I will always own.

 

"About what?" you ask.

"Well, I'll tell you," I say.

"I'm not limited in scope, and that is simply my way."

I have spoken about self-love and spoken about life.

I have written about positivity and written about strife.

I am not afraid to critique when politics seem to be going unchecked,

and I am not afraid to stand up when people aren't being treated with respect.

 

There are no boundaries

that I am afraid to push,

because when it comes to what's right

I don't beat around the bush.

 

And as for the future

I really can't say,

but one thing's for sure,

my voice will be used in the right way.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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