Monday, June 8, 2009

Verse: My voice

So long dormant
This voice emerges
vulnerable and uncomprehending
like a newborn

Gathering strength
And purpose
Now it rages
Now it weeps
At indignities
Real and perceived

Now it yearns
Now it soothes
Strains at some
Vague truth it cannot reach

It will not be silent
It will not be sentenced
It flirts with obscene beauty
Demands to be heard
Above the din
Of city and forest

This voice
Is mine
It’s all I have
To convince you
And I will rejoice
Or better yet
Ask me
And I will sing
Your song
With you
For you

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