NO VOICE
When I was young,I had no voice.
As they often say,
I had no choice.
Often being shut down,
By parents and brothers.
No one listened no given voice,
To shy to say what I wished to say.
Wished people would listen to me,
When I had something to contribute.
They never did even when I found my voice,
Not being out spoken I had no choice.
Then I found my outlet in poetry,
When I write out of choice.
I found my rhymes were my voice,
If perchance you don't like
what I write. That's your choice.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-08-12 at 01:17
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