My Voice
My voice is not one of anger,
for I know what anger brings.
My voice is not one of hatred,
for it has never ended ends.
My voice is not one of racism,
God never made one man better.
My voice is one of wonder,
why we can not live together.
My voice is one of many silent ones,
who see what the talker talks.
My voice speaks in my writings
and walks when the walker walks.
My voice carried on paper,
my hands clasped in a prayer.
Prays for peace everywhere, everywhere.
Copyright © Delores Allen | Year Posted 2021
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