Your Voice

She was a prize winning novel, he was graffiti on a subway walls or a decrepit train He didn't understand her exquisite vocabulary and she felt his intention was lost in translation because of his abstract brain She wished that he could read her better and he wished that she would just see her words were concrete his message was hollow and rushed difficult to differentiate Though they were from different worlds at least on one thing they could agree No matter what your choice of medium you have to use some sort of voice to speak up for what you believe whether it's the code of street life or citizenship abiding law inside of each one of us is a voice in which upon, we can call Never shush a trembling voice speaking out the truth or quiet down a child's excitement when they show you "what they can do" encourage others to find their voice to speak their truth someday those little happy children will be old and wise, passing on their knowledge to the next generation of youth