I’m Trying to find my voice (looks under pillow)
Trying to find your voice ( looks at mirror )
Is as Hard as trying to figure out who you are.
Am I timid?
To where my voice I so soft
U can hear the cracks and the fast beating of my heart from the nervousness.
U can hear the tears build up as I’m put in the spotlight
Or am I confident?
U can hear the every syllable pronounced
Finessed with my Brooklyn slang
Warped up with brilliance and self security
Lord knows I try to find my voice
But how can I do that when I haven’t found myself
It’s not an easy task
So for now
My voice is in the words I type
The letters I write
The rhymes I make
The time I take to sit down and express myself
To share a story maybe with words misspelled
But that’s my voice