Loud

By Kiera Bertrand

Some say I’m quiet

but there is little they know about me

All they see is what’s on the outside

and not what’s really there

They are about to find out

that what they see

isn’ really me because

underneath all my clothes and skin

is one vibrant voice

 

I am loud

I can scream like the sirens

that pass you on the streets

I have an opinion

I have choice

don’t say I don’t since

what you see isn’t what I’m supposed to be

 

I’ll say it again

I am loud

Underneath all my recessive genes I

am one dominant person

 

I may not be what you want

But I can no longer pretend

that I don’t mind being forgotten

Because I am no ghost

wandering around waiting for someone to see me

 

I will no longer be called quiet

so don’t you dare

I will scream at the top of my lungs for eternity

if that is what it takes

for everyone to see that

I am not what I’m made out to be

How do they not see

the beautiful flower I can be?

My aroma can fill the air

and I no longer care

if the sun shine doesn’t shine on me

because this who I want to be

not what others want to see.