I didn’t always like my voice.

So I became adept at writing down words.

Because when I used my voice,

I didn’t always like the sounds I heard.

They told me I sounded like my mother,

because I could articulate well on the phone.

And that would’ve been a compliment,

if her phone voice meant a happy home.

I didn’t always like my voice.

So I became adept at writing down words.

Because when I used my voice,

I didn’t always like the sounds I heard.

Grown men would tell me my voice was “sexy”.

“Thank you, I guess...but I am sixteen.”

So when you say my voice is “sexy”,

what exactly do you mean?

I didn’t always like my voice.

So I became adept at writing down words.

Because when I used my voice,

I didn’t always like the sounds I heard.

I was told my voice was sultry,

or monotone, or too deep.

Whenever I opened my mouth, the fools would rush in,

and it altered my wanting to speak.

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