Your Voice by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

YOUR VOICE


Take comfort in your voice,
in your walking shoes,
in the signs of protest 
you hold in your hands.
This is your voice.
Do not let one small voice
take it away.

Raise your voice to the rafters,
to the celestial skies,
through the black holes
of time. Let your voice
be heard and drive that
one small voice of hatred back
where it cannot hurt anyone.

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