Send your voice out into the world
Preach the truths that are on your heart
Embrace the things that make you, you
All I ask is that you let others take the floor
Know that their words need to be heard as well
Slipping my voice into projection mode
Heaving my words into the void
Ordering the world to pay attention to me
Understanding that I’m just adding to the cacophony
Though it does make me feel better :>)
Reaching out without touching
Enabling change without moving
More inventions using voice were created
Only they paled at the ability to point and click
The universe of television opened up
Even when you didn’t have kids to change the channel
The parts taunted Ginger in Mr. Johnson’s voice as she stared at the pile. Somewhere in there was the robot she envisioned, but it was up to her to tease out that idea.
She started picking up motors and wires, controllers and microprocessors. One part after another got attached to the superstructure. Coding commenced, and the motors sprang to life.
After a few hard weeks she was done. What sat in front of her wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. It was better because it was her creation. Stick that in your face Mr. Johnson! Girls can do engineering!
The Silence snuck up on Deidre, and before she knew it, she was in its clutches. She tried to speak up, but no one could hear her. She tried to get anyone’s attention about her problem, but no one noticed. No one seemed to care why the Silence picked her.
Years later she finally broke through, finding her voice once again. By then no one wanted to believe what happened to her that had caused Silence to so viciously destroy her ability to communicate what had happened.
The Silence had won again and moved on to find its next victim.
Couldn’t be easier really
Asking for help with her honey sweet come hither voice
Reaching out to make sure they knew what she wanted
Really it shouldn’t always work
Obvious they never opened up their eyes
Till she beat them to death with her large stick
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Don’t let the world label you, become your own definition
Empower your own voice and speak up for your causes
Fortify your spirit of resolve and push on through
You might not know who you are yet, but you are still the expert on you
Waiting to hear your voice again
How is it I can’t remember it
I thought I would never be able to forget
Still I saved your last voicemail
Purposely so I would have at least one part of you with me
Even if it only said something about getting milk, you did say you loved me
Right now I would give anything to hear that again
Should have backed up my phone
Margret meandered down the hallway, not looking at anyone in particular, but trying to memorize how each face perceived her. Her sudden head swings tried to take it all in, documenting for her future self how others looked into her eyes. Couldn’t they see it? It was right in front of them, but the pity she saw in those that would look into her eyes was so shallow that they would never find the depths where she hid her soul. Margret wished she could just scream, but she knew no words would come out. Everyone knew that about her. Just when it was about to get too painful to bear, Christopher came around the corner. He placed his muscular arm around her and began to guide her back to her room. She began to cry silently as always. Chris leaned in close. “It’ll be okay,” he said to everyone watching the spectacle. Soon they were back to her room, and Chris picked Margret up and placed her on her bed. “It’ll be all better in a bit,” he said as he closed her door, staying in her room. Margret tried to scream, but her voice betrayed her, just like Chris.