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My Voice
I always sound hoarse.
Like a radio half-tuned to the station.
It's hard to make myself heard.
I repeat myself often, every day.
It's hard to make myself heard.
That's the voice I have.
I can’t converse in noisy places.
Don't ask me to speak to a group.
I'd rather not talk at all.
It's hard to make myself heard.
There's a furrow in my vocal folds.
There's a flaw that can’t be fixed.
You might not hear my hello.
What can I say?
That's the voice I have.
© 2008 by Brian Powers |