Depth of my voice

Ah, my first post…

I’m not sure if this post is what you were expecting from me. I mean, aside from the communications and social media thing — I got my start in being “a voice.”

A voice of reason. A voice of agitation. A voice that challenged systems. A voice of empowerment. A voice of inspiration. A voice of strength, dignity, and courage. A voice that could care less about the status quo and the leaders who controlled it. A voice that has brought about effective and long lasting change.

My voice speaks from pain and suffering.
My voice speaks out of love and understanding.
My voice speaks out of anger and frustration…

YET…

represents a compassion so deep that the tears have no choice but to roll from my eyes.

My voice speaks even when I feel completely voiceless. And, it keeps speaking even when the rest of the world tells me to shut up.

I’m not quite sure where I am going to go with this particular space of mine on the Internet. But, as I sit here drinking my lemon water, I have this burning desire to use my voice again.

“ There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” — Maya Angelou

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