I have a voice and it is loud.
Some people don’t like because I have learned to be proud.
I like my voice, well I do now.
I like my voice because I now I stand up fo me.
I will not allow you to push me into your box.
So that means I am not humble.
I am not humble and I will gladly take it.
I am not humble because I fought and found value in myself and my words.
I am not humble because I developed a sense of dignity.
I have a voice and all you wanted me to have was a meager sense of self when you said it was ok to speak as long it was in alliance with your view.
And no I do not accept your view.
I do not accept you objectification, erasure, or manipulation.
I do not accept your worship that says so you should die.
I do not accept you “well meaning” prayers or blessing to purge me of my demons, because of those demons, that sin is my light.
I bask in that glory.
I will be loud and proud and when you try to bury me, I will climb high and shout from the rooftops I have to.
I am here.
I am here.
I am here and you will hear me.