I am tired of living in a world were my voice does not exsist and i am a ghost...
'exscuse me? ' i would ask, but the person would walk right through me
Scream and shout no one will listen
They do not care that my story is invisible...
Who am I really to them?
I must find a way to be seen and heard!
Finally..I walk on stage with my poem in my hands.
I felt their eyes stairing...
They can see me! ?
Then the words to the poem flowed out of my mouth and as I finished they all clapped
I heard wows from others
They were all so quiet as I read
At that moment people listened
I was no longer invisible!
I was no longer voicless!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rose, your voice was heard because you have something to say... Listen! -Beautiful and inspiring Write Rose... you are a fine poetresss! ; -)