I Am Their Voice

I am her voice;
The little girl who cries alone.
Who peers from behind a wall,
whose moan forever drones.
She shrinks back in pain,
As fist strikes face.
Blood drifts from her lip,
Her father calls her a disgrace.
I am her voice,
As head hits door.
She runs her fingers through hair;
Blood covers the sore.
She goes to school smiling,
Hoping no one sees her eyes.
Makeup covers the bruises,
Being her disguise.
I am her voice.


The teenage boy on the corner,
I too am his voice.
He makes a "deal" with a thug,
Saying he has no choice.
He looks around uneasily,
Almost wishing to be caught.
Hes ready to give in,
To face the punishment he bought.
But no one cares what hes doing,
And so he finishes the deal.
The thug counts his money,
And spits as a seal.
But the thug turns around,
In his hand a gun.
The boy gulps a last breath,
And dies under the sun.
I am his voice.


The girl on the bus,
20 years old or so.
I am her voice,
Even if she doesn't know.
She watches out the window,
Wishing to be free.
She dreams of an escape,
Of what will never be.
She wishes for fantasy,
Reality she denies;
Sick of pain,
Sick of cries.
She watches the clouds,
And notices drift.
She wonders why never they fall,
What on Earth gives them lift.
I am her voice.

The 15 year old in the exam room,
I act as her voice.
As she receives the news,
Her eyes become moist.
Her life is ahead,
She barely has a past.
And yet he says its over,
This year will be her last.
The doctor says no treatment,
He says there is no cure.
He whispers its a nasty thing,
She agrees, of this I'm sure.
Her dreams of life have ended,
Her future has no start.
Her past is just beginning,
But cancer has no heart.
I am her voice.

The depressed girl with a gun,
I am her voice.
She stares at it for hours,
Knowing she has a choice.
Shes alone for the day,
Her friend coming over soon.
But unless that friend hurries,
The girl will meet doom.
She looks at the clock,
And decides she doesn't care;
She tries to pull the trigger,
But she doesn't dare.
An hour somehow passes,
She decides what she must do;
She raises the gun once more;
It explodes right on cue.
I am her voice.

I am these peoples voices,
I get their stories heard.
I am their voice,
I free the birds.
I am these strangers friend,
I tell their stories to those who care.
I am their voice,
Listen if you dare.
Learn from their mistakes,
Learn from their life;
If carefully you listen,
You may save yourself from strife.
These people were all human,
Their stories not hard to find.
All of them were victims,
It happens all the time.
I am their voice.