That Voice
The way my mind rhymes You’d think I was a rapper. However in another time I was known as the clap-backer.
Quick with my wit and the venom I spit. Not worried who’s hurt Just hear my words first!
And then there came a day when my voice was taken away. Not a rhyme in my mind. “Shut the f*** up and get in line!”
“Stay in your place!” “You’re nothing but a disgrace!” “No one wants to hear you”. Speaking up now made me fearful.
It was probably much worse, but that’s what started first. A damper to my words. Vocalizing now sounds absurd.
Life lessons, now I know. Words make wounds glow or grow. So I use my rhymes to heal. Pacing words to make them feel.
Using my wit to make them think. A voice that is distinct. New ways to spend my time. As these verses flood my mind.
~Ruby L.S.~
