While I work for your voice to get stronger
I find I am silencing myself.
You deserve to be heard
You deserve to be free
You deserve a seat at the table
My voice was so strong as it screamed
for those who are silenced.
And as those screams rip from my vocal chords
and my face turns strawberry
and a vein pops itself and protrudes out of my neck
I grow tired.
The seats are few and everyone looks the same
as they look down at us without really seeing us.
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