It starts with an inkling
A whisper of a secret that turns into a shout in your brain
As the voice learns how vocal chords work better together
Even when they are all raw from restraining
The inkling that turned into a raging bull.
It starts with a look
A picture of a future that sings with happiness that many dream of
But few grasp.
It stops when your family calls it wrong
It stops when your voice is too scared to speak
It stops when you decide not to fight
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