Be HeardA Poem by SheActsLikeSummerI want to be heard...I want to be heard, To have people hear my voice, And listen, Listen as it echoes through alley ways, Off the walls of secluded streets, As it makes it's way, Up elevator shafts, And creeps underneath doors, Seeps through cracks in the side walk, I want people to hear me, Listen to me as I scream from a mountain peek, My voice thrown over the countless valleys, And hills before it, Hear my voice as it catches in the wind, Sifting through leaves, Dashing past single blades of grass, As my voice runs up electric wires, Pouring into a room with the speed of light, Be heard over the sound, Of galloping hooves on paved ground, A wrecking ball slamming into a building, Having already seen its best day, Over the sound of Hell's kitchen, And a middle school lunch yard, I want people to listen, Listen to my voice that;s become mixed, Churned with grains of wheat, When it passed over a farm, Way back when, Blended with the sound, Of gently trickling water, That it had picked up over a stream, Stirred with snow flakes, Unable to melt away with heat, And infused with the feeling, That you're not good enough, And never will be... I want to be heard
© 2012 SheActsLikeSummerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSheActsLikeSummerCanadaAboutI wish there was a single moment in my life that summed up who I am. Just a short snippet of time that I could copy and paste here so I didn't have to rack my mind for something to say. But I kind of .. more..Writing
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