Listen to me.
There are thoughts in my head.
They make sense.
I am intelligent.
I am wise.
I have great things to say.
Just listen to me.
Listen not just to what I have to say,
But also to how I think.
Listen to my outlook on life.
It is worth something.
It is worth you listening
It is worth you taking the time.
Don't listen to me because I look nice
Because I look like a rainbow after a rainy day
Not because I look like I just walked off a TV set
Not because of your secret wishes to undress me.
Listen because of the warmth of what I say
Listen because in my frustration there is always humor
Listen because in my anger there is always amusement
Listen to me for my thoughts.
They make up who I am.
But if my voice is taken away, remember that my thoughts are not.
I am still that same person.
I still have that same warmth
I still have my sense of humor
I still feel amused.
Do not jeer at me because I am confined to gestures.
Do not look down on me because I do not have the gift of speech.
Am I nothing if I do not have my voice?
Do I only matter because of my voice?
Is that all I have that is of value?
You, you who point and jeer,
You who prod me with filthy fingers.
You know nothing of my wrath.
Am I only a body,
Not capable of feeling,
Not capable of hurt,
Simple because I cannot speak?
Simply because I cannot yell and scream
Because I cannot give retorts to foolish teasings?
Why am I suddenly of lesser value?
You who do not dare to even look at me when I am capable of speech,
What gives you the sudden courage
Knowing that I cannot return your unworthy tauntings?
Why am I degraded,
Why do you dismiss me as uneducated,
Why do you judge me to be weak,
Simply by my inability to speak?
I have a voice.
You may not hear it right now.
But it is there.
I have thoughts, and I can speak.
Perhaps not right now,
But I can speak.
I can say powerful things,
I can be even more hurtful than you are now
I can make you cry without even laying a finger on you
If only I had my voice.
But today,
It eludes me.
And you found me on my weakest of days.
And you broke me down.
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