There are voices flying through the air

Some scream

Some shout

Some yell and claw

While some  just whisper

Some breathe in and out

In and out

These voices belong to you and to me

To those overlooked

To those overshadowed

To those without a voice

To all who exist

To all that hide

To all that stand out

And to all left behind

These voices are us

These voices are us

And if we listen closely

With our ear to the ground

We might just hear them

As clear as  bell

And maybe we’ll realize

We all have something to say


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