You smile when you say
that my voice is muffled,
that you cannot understand what
I am trying so hard to tell you.
You have taken my tongue, the price
perhaps for saying what you
most do not want to hear.
So you may laugh at me, at
my attempts to speak, but you
will never silence me for I can
yell, I can write and the words
I need to express will get out,
if not by me then by others.
You may try to censor us, but
our numbers are growing
and you will be outnumbered soon.
That you know is your greatest fear.