My Voice

My voice is sometimes naive
Unsophisticated
Speaking from what I know
Other times I speak from need
I want you to hear me
Afraid I'll disappear
The days when I speak from joy
Are the best of all
Recognize the brightness
Once in a while my voice cracks
And the sound is small
It's because I am afraid
When I am sure of myself
My voice is strong
And I cannot be stopped
My hopeful voice comes
Because I have seen
And I believe what I know comes
I speak with passion
When I am full
I must share it!
Whatever comes
In spite of the joys
And in the midst of the sorrows
Throughout it all
My voice
It is my own
I do not apologize
For my voice
Is me