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I Wanna Use My Voice
I wanna use my voice!
I wanna hear it echoing through
Every single soul;
I wanna make my thoughts whole
Because all of these unfinished poems
Are making me lose what’s left of my mind.
I wanna use my voice because I’ve already heard thousands of other people use theirs, and there will never be a melody as sweet as the one that comes from my core.
I’m tired of countering all the
“Hey, what’s on your mind’s”
With “Oh nothing, I’m doing just fine’s”
Because my world is overflowing with
Words that I’m afraid will slip through my fingertips if I seal my lips for just another moment longer.
This girl is filled with
Bright thoughts,
Midnight thoughts,
I’m-happiest-when-I-write thoughts.
Hurried thoughts,
Scurried thoughts,
Why-do-I-feel-so-worried thoughts?
Aching thoughts,
Flaking thoughts,
This-is-a-chance-I’m-taking thoughts.
I’ve had enough of counting all the places where no one will look for me,
Pretending I had hope when tears were all I could see,
Wondering if everyone who looks at my face in the hallway thinks, “Who is she?”
The gears in my brain started to turn just like I did from all the opportunities that welcomed me with open arms;
I will never again forget the sound of my own voice,
I will never again forget what freedom tastes like,
I will never again use insecurities to fill the cracks between my bones
Because this is the moment I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
This is the moment where I make myself vulnerable by giving everything I have, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing, because I believe that everyone who hears these words will be able to find their voices
Just like I did.
And after all that wasted time spent bottling up my fears,
Here I am, stating loud and clear, that
I’m gonna use my voice!
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A slam poem.