My voice, a stranger
Taken from me
Held tight in the grip
Of those who should love me
The weight of failure
A lesson from my teachers
Loneliness echoes through false spaces
Not enough of spark lit his silence
Falsehoods crafted in her false smile
Over the years I learned to heed those whispers
Right and wrong, all in their words
Slowly I began to catch my own sound
Through the static, I was sure it was me
Other times the echo played tricks, stealing my name
With time the lines blurred less
Their voices faded
While mine rose in clarity
Now the voice is mine, clear and strong
Telling me my truth
Lifting me with pride, it whispers daily
I am enough, my words is my own
A voice gave birth to someone new
A self that loves me for who I am
Who I am
Who I am
Who I am