This world is full of life.

The life that begins as a cell.

Though others cannot tell.

But we constantly kick back and yell.

That our voices just want to be heard.

Over and over, we scream and shout.

But yet, not a single peep in sight.

We feel vulnerable and useless.

Our pain is just so endless.

Why can’t we be heard?

Why does it have to take so long?

For this moment goes on and on.

Until we are human and grown.

Our voices now have a tone.

We speak and make speeches.

It’s now what our professor teaches.

They could have heard.

The people that could not tell.

They now know they heard me yell.

But they ignored me because I was just a cell.