Speaking up in
this crowd of differences
I'm losing my voice
in this vacuum of noise
Glances are shot
I need to swallow
whatever I even considered
to be voiced
They'd only listen
if I had a commanding
note to sound
a pleasing pitch to sing
I'm discouraged to
pipe up on
what I must say
or rather what they must hear
But by God
give me the vocals
to exclaim
to proclaim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poetry. I love this, and you're very right. It's often hard to speak our own truths. Great writing.