Small teeth and small lips '

But a heart as loud as the batman signal in gotham

Her voice never herd by others

She holds the memories of poems read by her mother

She adored the genius in lyrical flows

She idolized the poetic maya angelou

Dreaming that one day she too will be phenomenal

The gift of poetry was her first birthday present

The Cat in the Hat all wrapped in a bow

Where her poetry will take her no one  knows

Her voice

locked behind pages of a journal

Her voice 

Silenced by the thing she loved most

Her voice

Was found in the poetry she wrote

The stories she told

The people she touched

The lives she cahnged

She had The voice