The Voice
How retarded are they?
What next will they say?
No showing feelings?
No heart healing?
A roll of the eye,
No more being shy.
I'll stand up for my rights,
News flash-I'm bright!
A young girl I may be,
But soon you'll all see!
Everybody has this right,
Whether or not it's in sight.
We are as strong as men.
On a scale of one to ten?
Whatever number they are,
Because behind we aren't too far.
You may disagree,
But that's what I see.
Am I not allowed to have a voice, too?
Because of what I'm trying to do?
Or is it because we don't see it anything;
Women have always had a voice to sing.
Us, no one can over power,
Because the truth will always tower.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Dreams
Poetrypoetry from the depth of my mind Copy Right 2013 beauty_of_the_beast All Rights Reserved
