-Inspired by Maya Angelou.
I have a voice?
Do I have anything worth hearing, listening to?
What do I want to say and why do I want it uttered?
What can I change?
How will I learn to speak, to make myself stand out,
In a world filled with noise
Who will hear me amongst the static?
What do I want to say and why do I not
want it to be lost in the wind?
What am I fighting for
What do I stand for
What will be my legacy
How will I be perceived
And then I realize that if I never begin my walk
Not only will I never know or discover
But I may miss out on change…
Being an inspiration
Or influencing a person, or who knows… even a generation.
Throughout time there have been a myriad of voices
Some will remain unheard,
and some we will never forget… good or bad
It’s all about legacy isn’t it?
Some dreamt for the chance to be heard…
The lowly slaves singing to the stifling air in the cotton fields
Their souls carried by the harrowing music, sung longing for freedom
The voiceless orphans stuck in a workhouse
The children born without love being shown to them
Those trafficked and transported to unimagined worlds
Thousands throughout time persecuted, damned, shot
And persecuted for countless ‘crimes’
And countless times throughout time the
Voiceless have always existed.
So how do we know of the silent?
It is because someone spoke, stood up and fought or objected.
So what… who will I stand for?
How will I use this voice that I have to change-
Be it myself, or the hearts of men and women
Or even a generation
How will I use what I have and who I am?
I have a voice
Hear me speak.