I lost my voice along the way
Somewhere between 23rd and Broad.
A man walked away with it.
He tucked it in his wallet and carried it like cash.
One more voice ‘cashed in.’
My pace, somber and slow,
disappearing with each step.
I fade into the rest
Faces with no names
Branded to fit the masses
Lost in the crowd
I lost my voice somewhere between now and then.
Gone. Not lost. Paused.
Gradually it returns
somewhere between Broad and New.
I made my own cash
Bought my voice back
Held my head high
Looked everyone in the eyes
My voice returned
It beats with sound
A rhythm felt with no words
Robbed and returned
It’s my voice – quiet and bold.
Lost but found.
I lost my voice along the way
never to be taken again
