How bright is the soul
that dares to stand alone
who gives voice to injustice
who is willing to sacrifice
self for a higher purpose?
What song might we sing
if such a spirit moved us?
(Image my own)
How bright is the soul
that dares to stand alone
who gives voice to injustice
who is willing to sacrifice
self for a higher purpose?
What song might we sing
if such a spirit moved us?
(Image my own)
This divide is but an illusion
glass partitions fallible
We drink from the same source
our assigned task reverential
Denial has limits…
the beast swells…
writhes in churning waters
We are fearful
because power feeds off fear –
Eden’s serpent reincarnated
Round up your loyalties
your petty contrivances
and prepare
Patriarchy engorged
on misogynistic agendas
force feeds archaic notions
Subdues
constricts
silences
disembodies the feminine –
We have been here before, women
and we are Eve –
not born of man’s weakness
but in response to it!
She-power
intuits
channels
transforms
We are the beast
wombs pulsing
curves thrashing
our collective hearts
life affirming
Let us shatter glass illusions
hold our sisters, mothers, children
in heart-centered conviction
align our voices
stand firm
and channel this righteous rage
into empowered revelation.
(Art mine with an AI boost)
Your voice, he said, it sounds…different…
Project your voice
I learned in theatre,
speak to the back
keep it strong
don’t falter
I had to replay your message several times….
Hold that note
dig deep –
from the diaphragm
sing from your belly
Must be something wrong with the machine…
Demonstrate conviction
let your tone convey passion
stand tall, be confident
motivate your audience
Dad, the orator, told me
I couldn’t make out your words….
Performance demands voice
activism relies on voice
change requires voice
You sound so…weak…
not yourself at all
I am losing my voice
but not my words;
I have much to say
who will say it for me?
(Who Will Speak for the Silent first appeared here in October, 2015. My voice was the first thing to go at the onset of ME. It would be years before I could speak and sustain a conversation again. In revisiting this poem, it occurs that it is still relevant for all those who do not have a voice, who cannot speak for themselves, so I resubmit here on behalf of Woman’s History Month and am linking up with my weekly challenge, dig. Image my own)