Below is a decorated dump-site for my emotions
Speak
You who are quiet
You who are quietly suffering.
Speak
You who are oppressed
By the practicality they expect.
Speak
You who doubt yourself
With thoughts higher than their comprehension.
Speak
You who are speechless
By fate’s unbelievable decisions.
Speak
You with the lump in the throat
And a trembling voice.
Speak
Slowly collect your words
And put them together with poise.
Speak.
Michael Adewunmi here is Jewel! She was writing this poem last night (but slept in the middle).
You are a writer! So speak!
Accept this poem as a gift.
All the Love, Jewel.
