Fitting a Sunken Girl with a Hurricane Tongue

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They speak the way they breathe

unapologetically

And I try to fashion my words like theirs

but my voice isn’t air

Its water and every unspoken word

is drowning me

and every syllable is silenced by

my anxiety

every sentence sticks itself to the

inside of my esophagus

and no one notices because they’re still speaking

my words have always been absent from

their conversations so they don’t hear

me choking

They speak as easily as breathing

and my jealousy is not in what they’re saying

but of the way words escape their diaphragm

like wind gusts in a hurricane

my lungs ache to cause that much destruction

my body sinks with each swallowed storm

my mind screams under all this water

I speak the way I sink

quietly

And they try to understand my silence

but all they’ve chalked it up to is stubbornness

an unwillingness to speak

my voice so weak it cracks under their scrutiny

but really it’s their own misunderstanding

their inability to hear the beauty

in my shattered vocabulary

because their radio ears have

tuned out my frequency

hearing white noise where my voice should be

I spit as easily as swimming

my voice learning how to

project over ocean currents

turning words into tropical storms

forming poetry out of tsunamis

the power I control behind a mic

is so much stronger than their screaming

it seems they can create but

mere wind gusts next to

my hurricanes on stage

my voice was made for speaking

just not in the way people are used to hearing

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maverymadams
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This is literally breathtaking. I can feel the anxiety coming from the words. Wanting to be heard but too afraid to say anything. Reminds me of the song Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson but this has so much more passion and meaning. Truly a work of art. There are some word choices that you made that I think could be changed, but I am not a poetry writer, but other than that beautiful piece, truly magnificent.

Thanks so much for the feedback! I think the poem reads weird cause its supposed to be spoken? Or maybe I just need to edit. But thanks so much!

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mikaelalynn
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i absolutely LOVE this piece. i like the way you compare your voice to a radio frequency that they have tuned out. i can tell that you are maybe a shy person. i can tell that you know you have a voice. are you afraid to use it? im sure if you shared this with more people they would understand you better and respect you more. keep on writing like this and people will definatley notice you! (:

This poem is more about me being anxious than shy, I wanted to talk and envied those who did. But its all good, this is my staple to read at poetry slams! Thanks for the support

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mikaelalynn
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i absolutely LOVE this piece. i like the way you compare your voice to a radio frequency that they have tuned out. i can tell that you are maybe a shy person. i can tell that you know you have a voice. are you afraid to use it? im sure if you shared this with more people they would understand you better and respect you more. keep on writing like this and people will definatley notice you! (:

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StupidSoup
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Last lines best lines. Good stuff m8 few questionable word choices but good poem nonetheless



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