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What just happened makes me see me the way you see me.

You think me weak, small and quiet with no voice.

And as much as I want to scream in you’re face I have a voice. I won’t, I’ll write this instead.

My voice is loud.

My  voice is undiluted, unfiltered, unquestionably mine

My voice is heard when this paper touches this pen

My voice resonates creating ripples, forming waves.

My voice is  strong

Strong enough to speak truth

I’ll never use it to say you didn’t inspire me, you inspired this, hate, disapproval, defiance whatever it may be, its a resolve.

I’m using this voice you always seem to miss to say I’m done.

my voice  is proud

And this loud, proud, strong voice, mine, refuses to be silenced.