That Voice

The way my mind rhymes
You’d think I was a rapper.
But in another time
I was known as the clap-backer.

Quick with my wit
And the venom I spit.
Not worried who I hurt
Just hear my words first!

And then there came a day
When my voice was taken away.
Not a rhyme in my mind
“Shut the fuck up and get in line!”

“Stay in your place,
You’re a disgrace!”
“No one wants to hear you!”
Speaking up now made me fearful.

It was probably much worse
but that’s what started first.
A damper to my words.
Vocalizing now sounding absurd.

Life lessons now I know
Words can make wounds glow or grow.
So I use my rhymes to heal
Pacing words to make them feel.

Using my wit to make them think
A voice that is distinct.
New ways to spend my time
As verses flood my mind.

~Ruby L.S.~