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.~
13.2023.04 1.23n
