My Voice

I know you’re trying to take my voice.

Every time I speak up, I see you dig in your heels.

Every time I stay silent, I see you dig in your heels.

So far, you’ve been successful.

I have taken my stand. I put in my formal statement and complaint last week. Do I think I’ll be heard? I do not know.

You’re reputation, your ‘image’, has held you in high esteem. I have no idea if it’ll crack. I have no idea if I’ll be believed.

You started a war.

You’re determined for me to lose the war.

You’re determined to keep my voice silent.

Broken.

Unheard.

Buried.