This is so lovely and something that is so, so important-everybody needs to have a voice. We need to remind people of this. Furthermore, I am not foolish enough to think that it's safe for everybody to speak up. Therefore, it is important for those that have a voice to make sure that what they are saying is inclusive of as many as possible and does not further add to the segregational narrative, either directly or passively.
Is the world ready or do we tell ourselves to be loud? Sometimes the quiet words, leave a lasting impact and the loudest, have nothing to say. I say choose your moment and let your words be of sincerity, empowering and fill with understanding.
Love this.
There is power in being heard,
but even more in hearing yourself.
This is so lovely and something that is so, so important-everybody needs to have a voice. We need to remind people of this. Furthermore, I am not foolish enough to think that it's safe for everybody to speak up. Therefore, it is important for those that have a voice to make sure that what they are saying is inclusive of as many as possible and does not further add to the segregational narrative, either directly or passively.
Such a simple thing to do: and yet there is a lot of self doubt that overtakes us in these moments.
Worth taking note of why we silence the self!
Is the world ready or do we tell ourselves to be loud? Sometimes the quiet words, leave a lasting impact and the loudest, have nothing to say. I say choose your moment and let your words be of sincerity, empowering and fill with understanding.
This poem feels like a real push to stop hiding and actually use your voice, even when it shakes.
There’s something honest in the way it admits that silence only gets heavier the longer you carry it.
The repetition of SPEAK! feels less like a command and more like someone cheering you on from close by.
It captures that mix of fear and relief that comes with finally saying what you’ve been holding in.
I love how it makes space for every kind of voice loud, quiet, unsure, growing and treats them all as valid.
There’s a warmth in the idea that speaking matters whether you’re surrounded by people or standing alone.
The poem doesn’t try to complicate anything; it just reminds you that your voice deserves to exist.
It feels like a message for anyone who’s ever swallowed their words out of fear or habit.
By the end, you can almost feel yourself wanting to speak up a little more, even if just for yourself.
And that last line “The world is listening” lands like a gentle invitation to finally be heard.
Agreed