I have a voice and it is loud.

Some people don’t like because I have learned to be proud.

I like my voice, well I do now.

I like my voice because I now I stand up fo me.

I will not allow you to push me into your box.

So that means I am not humble.

I am not humble and I will gladly take it.

I am not humble because I fought and found value in myself and my words.

I am not humble because I developed a sense of dignity.

I have a voice and all you wanted me to have was a meager sense of self when you said it was ok to speak as long it was in alliance with your view.

And no I do not accept your view.

I do not accept you objectification, erasure, or manipulation.
I do not accept your worship that says so you should die.

I do not accept your “well meaning” prayers or blessing to purge me of my demons, because of those demons, that sin is my light.

I bask in that glory.

I will be loud and proud and when you try to bury me, I will climb high and shout from the rooftops I have to.

I am here.

I am here.

I am here and you will hear me.