Do you hear that voice inside?
The one rumbling through your core?
Do you listen to that voice inside?
That voice is yours
The threatened whispers,
The cornered anger,
That undying voice, that voice is yours
No one listens, no one sees,
All that it wants, is for you to be appeased.
The rumbling roar, the echo of your voice speaks out loud
The distinctive, unique and troubling sound.
Where are your words, your lips are not moving,
How do we allow society to do the choosing?
We are women, uniquely and fearfully made,
We are women, the one’s with passion,
Nurturing love and exuberant compassion.
Where are our voices, loud and clear?
Let’s lift our voices, without the fear.
We are women renounced from our voices,
We need to regain,
Those cooped up voices, we need to retain.
We need to bounce back from our poor historical choices,
Let’s lift each other’s voices.
Let’s stand in line,
I am your voice and you are mine.
– By Monique Williams