Painting With Words

Voices

So, there's this controlling power

It goes by the name "society".

It gives us lives

It gives us choices

But above all, it gives us voices.

The worst part about this "society"

Is that it controls the voices it gives.

One is loud

But not particularly liked.

One is liked

But is soon silenced in the worst possible way.

Some go on in their lives

Not even noticing "society" silencing them.

But others strive,

Others wish,

Others dream for their voices to be heard.

I suppose that's why I'm a writer.

I can write what'd I'd say

And people can choose to listen to me or not.

This poem has a message

But not the kind you think it is.

It's more of a promise

One that I'd like you to make with me.

I will never let society silence my voice.

Will you?

AGD