I WILL BE HEARD
I am a poet
Not just any poet
But one whose heart
Both feels and bleeds
I write of many things
The rights of women
Corruption, discrimination, humanity
Wounds the world laughs off as jokes
Yet all I write
Slips silent as a black cat in the dark
My voice unheard
Even when my shadow cries for help
Still, I will write
Until my voice breaks through
Until my name is spoken
Not as a saint, but as one who saw the future.
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