A poem about overcoming my self consciousness about my speaking voice. This is the poem without music
A Voice Evolved
A voice of self-consciousness
A voice of doubt
A child trapped in a dark
room
Wanting to go forth
In the remote wilderness but
No one can hear my scream
They don’t hear the real me
I often wasn’t seen
They see what they want to see
They listen to what they want to hear
I begin to hear their distorted audio
Of my vocals
So begins the fear
People thought silenced
me
I became stagnant and stuck
Until one day, I stopped giving a…
You know what
Exactly. You filled it in right.
The voice of many waters
Broke through
My self-critical dam
Flooding
I spoke life into
who I am
A voice that is born
A voice that’s me
A voice that has now evolved
P.O.P. is free.