My Voice
My voice is of power
That lifts the oppressed high above the surface
My voice is a weapon
That destroys the enemy who seeks my destruction
My voice is for the blood that has rained
Pouring down on the people that were slain
My voice is for the ancestors who were enslaved
That is crying to the Father to avenge their persecution
My voice is of praise
That lifts me high above the mountain top
My voice is for the generation
Who is miseducated and silenced
Because of the world’s sinful ways
My voice is universal
Which will leave the earth to quake
I express myself through hip-hop and neo-soul
The sound that defines my artistry
Killing rhymes if I have to
Just to show that my spirit won’t break silently
I am resilient
So there’s no harming me
I articulate the ways of black artistry
My voice is to speak out to my people
So we won’t see another dark day
Copyright © K.T. Brown | Year Posted 2017
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