December's First Poem

My Voice

After long years

I have my Voice back

My Voice has been used in commercials

Without my permission

To sell me things I do not need

I will fight for my Voice

I will fight with my Voice

I will not let you listen to me

I will make you hear me

My Voice was infected with spyware

So I kept silent, kept small

No longer will I let you listen

I will make you hear

My Voice was lost in chat rooms of people

Wandering in valleys of depressions

My Voice was blown on dirty winds

Now, I have found my Voice again

My Voice is not autotuned

It does not sound like a Hollywood actor

It is as beautiful as a wet iron nail pulled from drywood

It is as lovely as old nails on a new blackboard

My Voice tells me what is right

I have not listened to my Voice

I have only heard it from afar

After long years

I have my Voice back

2010/12/01