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"Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud."
~Hermann Hesse
You know the old saying? "Children are to be seen, and not heard.", as a child I heard that line more times than I care to admit. There was a certain expectation then of children. A respect that needed no words only a look that spoke volumes of dismay with one stone hard glance. There are certain silences that move through years like time travelers, whispering in our ear and telling us what to think and what to do for years to come. Being the daughter of the time of silence, I have spent my entire adulthood trying to be heard. The following is my contribution to Poets United's Midweek Motif ~Conversation
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I learned to sing at a young age
sitting on the bus
carrying my voice
loud and strong
against the loud
engine of the bus
no one was listening
only bugs that flew in
the open window
at my seat
it was
a wonderful
feeling to belt out a tune
with my own voice
for usually I
spoke too softly
to be truly heard
and it would
not have mattered
anyway
people were
too busy
to catch
the message
in between
the lines
but
after
many years
had passed
a pen and paper
replaced the songs
with poems
that I shared them
with
everyone
I could
and now
here I am
once again
writing
a poem
about
how
a long
time
ago
I
learned
to
sing.