The voices once quiet, The ones unheard, ignored, Even silenced at times. They get louder. They echo In chambers we built To contain them. But the cycle never ends. The voices get louder. The faces get seen. No longer veiled by The darkness we impose….

Taking your voice And giving it – but not away To others Who are less fortunate And can’t afford To have their own Yours will be heard Will echo – far Carrying their lives That some of them Live not by choice

There is a child hidden in my heart that refuses to come out. This child is there for when the world becomes unfathomable and I need to pout. This child allows me to laugh at knock-knock jokes and silly burping games. This child, however, has…