By Effiom Emmanuel 

“Every nation, every revolution, every turning point in history began with one thing: a voice.”

 

A voice is powerful, they say.

A voice is hope, they preach.

A voice builds nations, they claim.

A voice breeds confidence, they whisper.

And a voice is the foundation, they believe.

 

But why is my voice suppressed?

Why have they cast mine into an abyss?

Why am I forced into silence

simply for daring to speak?

 

I was told my voice could build nations.

I was reminded that I had power.

But why have they taken it all away?

Why do they speak while I wither in silence?

Why have they destroyed the foundations

and pillars they once swore to build?

Why does their whisper feel louder

than my scream?

 

I could ask a thousand whys,

yet it would not change the truth—

that my voice alone is drowned.

 

But when our voices merge,

forming a melody too powerful to ignore,

only then will they listen.

 

Only then

will our voices

begin to build.

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