Ammaaaaa….
It hurts
Of course it doesn’t
No it shouldn’t
There is more pain to come
You’ll slowly become numb
Ammaaaaaa…
I’m bleeding
Your voice is too loud
Your tone too shrill
Try and be softer
This pain will not kill
Ammaaaaa…
Speak! don’t Shout
We should have removed
More than tonsils
From your mouth
Ammaaaa…
My voice is like this
They made me this way
Then they’ve made a mistake
Is all I can say…
You are a girl after all
Your actions
More than words
Must always stand tall
By The Closet Poet