My Voice

My voice will not be quieted by the hush of doubt sneaking up on me

It will grow stronger like the roots of the trees born from the earth I stand on

My voice Will burn The ears of critics hearing My triumphant screams of success

The fluidity of my words are the molecules

Of H2O that aim to replenish my desert dry mind

With every brush stroke of my pan

I swim laps around the competition

Vince to my voice in the pan that I hold you could say that I am in my element