John Stetson Poet Free verse

I Lost My Voice

I lost my voice, it wasn't my choice 
Friends said, "I'll keep an eye out."
Like it's their favorite joke 
And I laughed right along with 'em
But it made me think, just for a moment 
This must be what it's like 
To be born without one 
What must it be like 
To be born without one 

Without a voice, in a noisy world 
Where the quiet ones are just ignored
And the loudest ones get all the glory 
What must it be like to have no voice 
In this world 

I have a friend who teaches ASL
To people who couldn't hear it 
If a freight train sat down right beside them
And I thought, "How lonely it must feel 
To never hear the joke 
'Specially when it's on you 

My voice'll come back in a day or two 
I'll miss it and sharing my point of view 
But my friends have heard it 
They're happy for the break
And when it's back 
I should be a little more eager 
To share the voice I have 
With someone who has none 
To raise the voice I have 
For someone who doesn't sound like me 
Maybe I could lend an ear, to one whose greatest fear
Is being left out of the conversation 
Missing sorrow and elation 
Of inclusion and belonging
Someone who's been longing
To belong

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