It begins with a whisper
defiantly spoken.
A tiny shout in a room full of screams to be silent.
A fearful stubborn.
A refusal.
A scream that, though small and weak,
finds itself joined by others made stronger,bolder,less simple, more powerful.

A whisper is just a shout that hasn’t yet found its family.

Let us join forces.
No longer are you just a voice,
You are voices.
And voices have a way of rising.

Like the sun, we rise.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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