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
