The voice says
horrible, ugly things.
Things heard every day.
All day.
For all my life.
I know what the voice says
is not true.
Yet, still I hear it
and try to push against it.
Maybe one day
I will have a different
kinder voice.
One that I would like to hear.
Even if it is quiet now,
I know it is in there.
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