Voices
We have them
We hear them
We use them
When was it that others' voices began to become our concern?
When did we decide that it was our job to be the voice for others?
Voices can't be taken away
Not entirely, no
Even if the world has pummeled us to the ground
Hit so hard that earthquakes are jealous
We have something left
Our voice.
It's our given.
When did giving someone else a voice become a choice?
You see,
We've begun the most dangerous cycle of all
We've begun trying to be the voice of others instead of trying to help others find their voice.
We've done what even nature cannot do
Stolen voices