My Voice

( a poem for the woman who refuses to fade into beige )

If I don’t have my voice then what do I have?
It’s one thing to know
Yet another to grab
Another from another, one for two more
I know for a fact
That I can explore
The depths, the remits, the phases and so forth
My voice will carry on, regardless of worth
It is my all, my everything, am I without it? No.
But a mute in beige clothing
Is that not it?
The fine lines are coming
But I refuse to give in
To succumb to this pressure
That’s not mine to begin
Where a moment’s a lifetime
A second an eon
I am no longer twenty
And nor is my figure
So I refuse, point blank refuse
To give in, to succumb
To a pressure to look young
A judgement, not mine
For I am me
I am what I am

Sophie Slosarczyk

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